What the Heck Is Prosopagnosia?
A weird neurological disorder I thought I have
When I first heard of prosopagnosia, I was convinced I had it.
You see, I’ve spent most of my life living in the same town — a small Spanish town of about 14,000 souls sitting at the bottom of a valley near the Mediterranean Sea and that’s famous for its nipple oranges. I’ve lived here almost continuously since I was twelve. I went to school here, puked out my first bottle of beer here, lost my virginity here, became an adult here, met my wife here, and right now I’m writing these words here.
Like any small town that’s been around since the Middle Ages, you can get pretty much anywhere by foot. So I don’t own a car and when I have to go somewhere, I just walk. But something strange keeps happening to me.
I walk down a street thinking If the meat of stressed animals tastes bad, then humans must taste horrible — or something along those lines — when suddenly I hear someone exclaim “Hey, David! How are you?”
That’s when I notice some dude standing before me with a grin, looking at me, expecting me to have a conversation.
The recurring conversation
Me: Oh, uh… Hi! I’m good!
My brain: Who is that?
Dude: I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s your…
