There was a boy I went to high school with at my ward today. I only barely recognized him, and I actually asked Micah to introduce himself and confirm my suspicions before I waltzed up and asked him if he graduated from Bountiful High in 2002. It turns out I was right, it was who I thought it was. And he didn’t remember me at all. At least not my name. Micah told him that it was okay, I’m the kind of person that remembers and recognizes people from way far back, which is true. I didn’t necessarily expect him to remember my face because I don’t think we ever had any classes together, but I kind of thought he could have recognized my name. I wasn’t popular in high school, but I thought my name at least got around because I was a good student and all of the things that entails. Apparently, I was wrong. And he was just visiting (all the way from Manhattan), so I may not get the chance to jog his memory any time soon.
I’m only mentioning this because this is at least the 4th time that someone that I knew from high school, or someone that was well acquainted with my family (as in, we’re neighbors) did not recognize me when our paths crossed. One of these people I had counted as a friend in high school (if only in a loose sense), but when I ran into him a few years later, he didn’t recognize either my name or my face.
I guess being completely forgettable could be a good thing. Especially since I was such an awkward nerd until . . . hmm, until I met Micah? Or maybe I’m still an awkward nerd, but being with him makes it seem okay (as in, yes, I’m an awkward nerd, but look at this fine specimen of a man I managed to seduce anyway — having such a handsome husband does loads for my confidence level).
Then again, it is kind of deflating to find that I have left such a negligible impact on the lives of people whose names, faces, voices, laughs, random quirks, life stories, I can recall in a moment.