I have a photographic memory. That is, my memories are just photos. I don’t actually remember actual events, but I remember the photos surrounding them.

Am I face blind?

It’s interesting: because if I don’t have the aid of thinking about the photos I’ve taken of people, I have a hard time recalling their face.

I do recognize faces, and I remember people I’ve met in the past. But whenever I try to get a picture perfect memory of Cindy‘s face or Seneca‘s face or even my mom‘s face I cannot. This is where photos are useful.

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