today a friend came by, havent seen him in half a year. so i open my front door when i hear knocking and i see someone who recognizes me but i dont recognize him. well i do and i dont.
its become a ritual now to take a picture of every person i know and i have this little book, i put everyones picture in there along wiht a paragraph long description of how i know them. being the recluse i am i pretty much only have 50 pictures in there, but its a daily ritual to open it up and just glance through, each one i dont remember i read up on, and then read how its connected to the others. so today i remembered him from the picture and paragraph, but i didnt remember him from actual memories, he doesnt know im DID so i just played along like i knew him and things turned out well for his visit....but im pretending to know him, is that as bad as lying to him?
and yes my journaling combined with this old book of mine is pretty much the only way i remain a member of humanity

