God, I feel stupid

[conuly]

I had to borrow a book from the reference room. No problem, right?

I couldn't remember the title of the book.
I couldn't remember my professor's name.

So I took a substitute. Halfway in, I realize I know the title of the book after all (Heart of Mathematics, and let me tell you that book is a prime candidate to be slammed at The Textbook League, link forthcoming). So I go up and ask for it. Sit back down. After reading this book (which, may I say, is full with needless 3-d pictures. If you don't pay an extra $10 for the 3-d glasses, you can't see the pictures), I go up to return it and recover my ID.

Person at counter: What's your name?
Me: Uh....

*groans*

I knew I was bad with names, but this is ridiculous.

Comments

[codeman38.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly! Why should I be expected to remember my own phone number?

I also have the same problem remembering which apartment number I'm living in this year. Of course, that could also be partly because of dyscalculia; I can remember what the digits are, but not what order they're in...

[priyatelka.livejournal.com]

I moved from a street address of 176 to 175 recently (different streets), so I'm really confused and can't remember which one I live at now!

[eofs.livejournal.com]

I only learnt my mobile number once I moved to university and had to keep giving it to people or putting it on forms - drove me nuts having to constantly look it up. Even then I kept getting it wrong - for some reason I couldn't remember if it was 810 or 890.