I Know That You Know Me And You Know That I Know That You Know Me, But I Don’t Know You

I am truly sorry but while you stand there discussing how things have been going since we last saw each other, I may be politely nodding and smiling, but on the inside I have no idea who you are. 

You stopped me in a crowd, called me by name, and started chatting about how I am going. Clearly you know me, and I must know you somehow but I just cant remember. And in an effort to remember who you are, I kept chatting and now its come to that awkward stage where our conversation is too far gone that I can’t try and politely ask who on Earth you are and how you know me. So I continue to stand there, answering your lovely questions about how I am, and in return trying to ask vague enough questions that they apply to anyone, but specific enough that it sounds like it applies directly to you. In the end we parted our ways, you with a “So good to run into you!” and I with a “You too!”. But when I said “You too!” I really meant “Thank God I didn’t have to say your name at any point in this conversation”.

You have worried me Mysterious Person, because I tend to have a pretty good memory, and being able to put names to faces comes quite easily to me. But you have me completely stumped. I have even spoken to family members, described you, and no one else can place you. Maybe you really didn’t know me, and it’s just a funny coincidence that you called my name…no it couldn’t be. Coincidences like that don’t just happen, in the words of Sherlock Holmes, “the universe is rarely so lazy.” 

So the mystery of your identity continues…maybe someday soon it will click and all become clear. Like those times you are desperately trying to remember the name of ‘that actor’ in ‘that film’ and its only at 3am two days later that you realise of course it was Robert Downey Jr! I don’t know, bad example maybe?

But anyhoo, if you ever end up reading this, I hope you understand.


One thought on “I Know That You Know Me And You Know That I Know That You Know Me, But I Don’t Know You

  1. I hate when that happens! Since I’m in the over 50 crowd, I use aging as an excuse to ask who people are… early in the conversation. We just moved to a new neighborhood and I am still trying to learn the names. I can tell you where they live and what they do, but I just don’t have all the names filed deep in my brain yet!

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