Why Am I Like This

I just realized that a few weeks ago I was talking to one of my neighbors as if I thought he was someone else. And I was talking about him, to him. Oh my god.

Happily I didn't have anything bad to say - I mentioned they (he) always keeps his fence maintained and his dogs are actually pretty friendly. But I'm hideously embarrassed that I didn't recognize him and my only excuse is the fact that I have the functional memory of a goldfish.

So anyway, I'll be changing my name and moving to Nepal.