Recently I’ve met two people who cannot remember a person’s face after they meet them—one of them said she had full-blown prosopagnosia.
This led me to two thoughts:
1-What a blessing it is to recognize people’s faces. I usually take this for granted, but speaking with these people reminds me not to.
2-My life would be so different if I didn’t recognize faces.
So much of my self-image has been impacted by my acute ability to recognize faces. Ever since my childhood I have been interested in people—being friendly with them and learning about their lives. And over and over again I have learned that my interest in others trumps their interest in me.
I’ve personalized this for years. I felt unlovable, unattractive, uninteresting. But as I wrote about in a post last week, I’ve come to realize it has nothing to do with me and more to do with those people’s general interest in getting to know people.