Call me by MY name
Am I forgettable?
People tend to forget my name after meeting me these days.
It’s not always the grating “remind me of your name!”s, but the even shittier, quiet moments when I watch them dig through their brain like a dresser drawer, searching for the gray, nondescript Gildan hoodie that is apparently my name, only to realize they lent it to a friend and never got it bac…