In the past two weeks I’ve gotten two people’s names wrong. The first time wasn’t to their face which was ok and it was just a matter of mishearing what someone had said and giving them the wrong information. The second time was much more horrific and makes me embarrassed everytime I think about it.
The person in question was the boyfriend of a friend whom I’ve both known for about 3 years. These are people I don’t hang out with weekly but I have seen them at least 1 a month for the past year. I know his real name but all night I kept thinking about his name and when I said it I had a feeling it was wrong. That was cool because I was only saying it to other people and no-one picked me up on it. It was only when they were giving me a lift home and I made a joke and said his name at the beginning of the joke did I sense something wasn’t quite right. No one really laughed at the joke which disturbed me a little as it normally gets a chuckle. It was only 3 hours later that I realised I’d gotten his name wrong. I called him Clinton when his name is really Clayton. I was horrified that I had made this mistake as the one thing I really try to get right is people’s names. I felt tricked and humiliated by my own brain. The worst thing is is that there is a bit of alzheimers in my family history so that when things like this I start to question whether this is the first step in the disease.
Clinton, I mean Clayton. 🙂 If you ever read this I’m profoundly sorry by my error and can only excuse my error by the fact that I had a beer that night.