{"id":6815,"date":"2020-11-01T22:48:00","date_gmt":"2020-11-02T03:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/?p=6815"},"modified":"2020-12-12T22:49:46","modified_gmt":"2020-12-13T03:49:46","slug":"prose-of-pagnosia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/2020\/11\/prose-of-pagnosia\/","title":{"rendered":"Prose of Pagnosia"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"initial-letter\">\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap wp-block-paragraph\">My face-blindness is a fucking cartoon. Even if i know to watch for someone, I don&#8217;t recognize them if they change their hair, their dress, their posture, their accent. If I see someone who looks vaguely similar, I&#8217;m like, <em>am I going mad? Did they always look like that?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It&#8217;s bad enough with, say, actors in a TV show. Where things really get strange is with people I know in real life\u00e2\u20ac\u201deven people I <em>really should<\/em> be able to recognize, like my parents or my (now ex-)spouse, right. But, <em>welp<\/em>! Brain has other ideas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Say I&#8217;ve known you for thirty years; see you on the regular. Then you show up where I don&#8217;t expect you\u00e2\u20ac\u201dmaybe wearing a new hat? My brain: <em>who the everlasting fuck <strong>is<\/strong> this, and why are they talking to me like they know me<\/em> Though I should add, if you talk in your normal voice, I&#8217;m likely to figure it out in a minute. Voices, I&#8217;m okay with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With my ex-spouse, they&#8217;d do their hair differently and I had to just stare. <em>Was that really them<\/em>, I wondered. It had to be, right? Was this some sort of a trick? I felt like I was talking to a completely different person; like someone else had been swapped in. It freaked me out, put me on edge. Anyone could claim to be them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Once at\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhen I was a teenager there were these strange, depressing parties held for dial-up BBS meet-ups. There was a girl; we were in this weird nebulous relationship, and I think she eventually lost patience with me and my aroace dithering. (Not for the last time!) Once as I arrived at one of these shindigs, a person who looked <em>not at all <\/em>like her, but had kind of similar hair, ran up to me and hugged me for some reason\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand I was freaking out. It&#8217;s not just the unwanted contact. It was my brain, going, <em>fuck fuck is this actually her? Did she always look like this? Why do I not remember?<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The scene was weirder still in that I don&#8217;t think I knew that person at the time. so I don&#8217;t know what she thought she was doing. Maybe she had the same problem as I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Probably not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But, like. You can see how I always have felt like reality is shifting under my feet, like I&#8217;m living in some kind of a dream. Nothing feels nailed down to me, or to act along any kind of consistent rational logic. And here we&#8217;re just talking <em>faces<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Holy shit, reality is hard. I can tell you, this is part of why I have never felt motivated to do recreational drugs. The effect I am promised there, that&#8217;s the opposite of what my head needs. I don&#8217;t need perception to get blown open, man. I need to be able to consistently wake up and expect that I&#8217;m living in the same universe as yesterday, <em>which it almost never does<\/em>. Everything is new to me all the time. There&#8217;s no history and reasoning to any of it, and it&#8217;s so fucking hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That is to say, historically speaking. From recent experience, I feel like Azure has an easier time of it than her predecessor. It&#8217;s still hard for me at times, but by God I&#8217;ve never felt this rooted. <em>They <\/em>sure never did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Between the above and my inability to remember names, you can see the how social situations might threaten to wash over me, carry my sanity away with a hiccup and a gurgle\u00e2\u20ac\u201deven before we get into, like, social mores and performance and expectations, and having no idea what anyone means or what they think I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It&#8217;s scary, man. I don&#8217;t know how people do it. I guess their brains just work right, huh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Me? Why, I get violent anxiety attacks. It&#8217;s rad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Then people scream at me for embarrassing them by having an anxiety attack. Which helps a lot. Remember what to do if anyone you love happens to be in distress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ha ha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Anyway, that&#8217;s why I never talk to anybody ever. The end.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My face-blindness is a fucking cartoon. Even if i know to watch for someone, I don&#8217;t recognize them if they change their hair, their dress, their posture, their accent. If I see someone who looks vaguely similar, I&#8217;m like, am I going mad? Did they always look like that? 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