That’s prosopagnosia. We have hardware in the brain, wired to recognize faces — which is probably why pareidolia, aka ‘Jesus on a toast’, is a thing. Only, for some people this chunk doesn’t work as it should.
I myself have poor memory for faces if I don’t hang out with a person for a while. This presented challenges when I worked from home, but occasionally showed up at the office and was greeted by people with whom I only communicated through chat and saw on minuscule userpics.
It’s an awful thing but also amusing in its own way. When I used to go out with my ex I always had to memorize what he was wearing. One time we were at the grocery store and I forgot what shirt he was dressed in. I went off to get something from another aisle and when I came back he was gone. Eventually he physically grabbed me while I was walking past and found it very funny to tell me that he been laughing while watching me walk right past him about 5 times in a growing panic because I couldn’t find him.
That’s prosopagnosia. We have hardware in the brain, wired to recognize faces — which is probably why pareidolia, aka ‘Jesus on a toast’, is a thing. Only, for some people this chunk doesn’t work as it should.
I myself have poor memory for faces if I don’t hang out with a person for a while. This presented challenges when I worked from home, but occasionally showed up at the office and was greeted by people with whom I only communicated through chat and saw on minuscule userpics.
It’s an awful thing but also amusing in its own way. When I used to go out with my ex I always had to memorize what he was wearing. One time we were at the grocery store and I forgot what shirt he was dressed in. I went off to get something from another aisle and when I came back he was gone. Eventually he physically grabbed me while I was walking past and found it very funny to tell me that he been laughing while watching me walk right past him about 5 times in a growing panic because I couldn’t find him.