I find everybody around me to be very helpful. Instead, I have decided to ask others for help when I need it. More recently, I have given up on trying to rely on the memory mechanism in my brain for retaining and recalling people’s faces. I think the ability to recognize people’s faces is peculiar. Incidentally, I stopped watching television shows because I could no longer distinguish actors’ faces.*2 However, I found something interesting the other day: I can distinguish animated characters easily. However, I eventually gave up because I realized that the faces in the pictures that I remembered and the faces of the real people in front of me did not match up.*2 I think I perceive two-dimensional faces in pictures and real, three-dimensional faces somewhat differently. I created a list of names with pictures and looked at it all the time. I used to try to remember at least the faces of my customers, friends I see regularly, and my family. However, judging from the looks that they gave me, I obviously did not.*2 (They probably thought I was flirting with them!) Somewhat conversely, I have casually started talking to people passing by in the street, thinking I knew them. It is sad, but it does not mean my fond memories of spending time with them have faded away. In addition to colleagues at work, I have become unable to mentally recall the faces of my family, with whom I have spent years, or the faces of old friends.*1 When I do not recognize the face of someone talking to me, I gradually remind myself of the nature of our relationship from the content of the conversation. When I am looking for someone at work and cannot identify them by their face, I ask colleagues sitting nearby for help. That means I at least did not come across as rude. ![]() At the same time, I was relieved because my colleague thought the president and I were enjoying a conversation. Only then did I realize the man I met was the company president whom I had known for a long time.īased on our conversation, I could guess that the man probably worked for the same company as I, but his face did not tell me who he was.*1 I was really surprised when I finally found out. Later in the day, a colleague told me that he saw me enjoying a conversation with the president. I said hello with a smile, thinking that he was a very friendly man. On another occasion, a stranger talked to me from behind on my way to the office. Then, in the reception area, I found that I couldn’t tell which person was my customer – someone I already knew well.*1 I went down to the reception desk after a receptionist called and told me that my customer had arrived. However, when I was at the office, something even stranger happened to me. At work, I am sure you have experienced the feeling you have met the person standing in front of you but could not remember his or her name at all. People often talk about being good or not so good at remembering faces or names. ![]() Instead, they tell each other apart and connect with one another through the sounds of their voices, the appearance of their physiques, and, most importantly, by sharing cherished memories. They even have trouble telling themselves apart from each other. It takes away who you used to be.Here in the Dementia World, there is a place called the “Village of the Faceless Tribe.” The villagers there have faces that look very much alike, making it impossible to tell them apart. You see a person Watching, waiting, Not looking at anything Just staring You walk around their side And you see No eyes No nose No mouth You pull back in horror "A person with no face! " They turn to look at you And pass their hand over their face Showing you a smile Eyes And nose But it doesn't move And you know it isn't real As they turn back into their Faceless self You know what you saw Isn't real But the figure starts speaking You hear it in your head A low, raspy whisper, "This is what I have become I was happy, carefree, joyful But now I am nothing A faceless figure Don't you recognize me? " You stare at them in shock They do look familiar But you cannot place Where you've met them before They hold up a mirror And you look at yourself That smile It's yours That face It's yours That happiness It's yours But you're shocked "How is this me? " And the figure speaks and says, "This is depression It not only takes happiness.
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