“Wait, what’s your name again?” I ask, for probably the 15th time. I always seem to do that. Even though I know a persons name, and have known for quite a bit a time, I sometimes find that you cannot put a name to a face. Even with myself, sometimes I’ll think “Who is Kristen? It couldn’t be me… I’m just.. me.” It’s really very strange what your mind will do to you in times when you aren’t careful.