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…