Pixelated Blindness

I see people through the pattern recognition of bodily movement, posture, and facial movement but not through facial features. It can take a long time for me to remember someone’s name and though I may see them every day, some things just do not stick.

When it comes to meeting people in passing, their faces I do not recall within the blink of an instant that they have walked away. Should they possess a unique gait or build, perhaps I egregiously find them- like Waldo; everywhere I look, unnamed, only the briefest of encounters that are all the same, replaying in my head and yet still I cannot name.

This occurs whether they are male, female or in-between; colors do get lumped into a category, but it’s no game. It’s like a pixelated blindness running sixty trains of thought. So, there’s nothing left to hold, unless my attention you can control, long enough to hook and bait a train of thought that will relate long enough to store and file not just your name but too, your face.

Now, some faces I’ll recall like lightning in a bottle, though their name escapes my lips. It’s like a point in time, chose, my mind, to stop gathering its wits about it. Like I can almost remember a childlike endeavor where I met a face and name and remembered. Studied, I did this face and name, took it all in like a breath. Focused, was I, in the moment, I guess, but it stopped, somewhere along the line.

Now when I meet, I’m sixty feet deep trying to small talk while I climb. So, I can’t pay attention to your face, not to mention, your name if there’s no reason or rhyme. In blind recognition of my unfortunate vision, my sincerest apologies I belie.