Have you always had that scar?

I want to paint a [tag]picture[/tag].
I lean forward, head cocked to one side, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, mouth pursed. That look of vague recognition. Something familiar but I can’t exactly place. This scene happens all the time with me I probably look exactly like the RCA dog. Everyday out there is someone or something that carries an odd sense of deja-vu or feels like a slightly smeared copy of a [tag]xerox[/tag].

At this point anyone who says 50 first dates is a cute movie can bite my ass. It is hard to maintain any kind of interpersonal [tag]relationship[/tag] even on the friendship level, when every couple of days you have to ask someone what their name is. Plus it can be very difficult to get close to people without a monumental effort on their part when you can’t even remember how close you are with them on a day to day basis, and truthfully there is no polite way to say,” I don’t [tag]remember[/tag] what you look like [tag]naked[/tag].”