You say “apple” to me and I’m #1, glossy skin, insides, all that
And how in the hell does one navigate life, or enjoy a book, if they’re not a #1?! Reading a book is like watching a movie. I subconsciously assign actor’s faces to characters and watch as the book rolls on.
Yet #5’s are not handicapped in the slightest. They’re so “normal” that mankind is just now figuring out we’re far apart on this thing. Fucking weird.
EDIT: Showed this to my wife and she was somewhat mystified as to what I was asking. Pretty sure she’s a 5. I get frustrated as hell when I ask her to describe a thing and she’s clueless. “Did the radiator hose pop off, or is it torn and cracked?” “I don’t know!”
EDIT2: The first Star Wars book after the movie came out was Splinter in the Mind’s Eye. I feel like I got that title. What’s it mean to you?
Yep, this is my club. Also, I can only remember few faces of people I went to high school with. Others are just blurred to central attributes.
Other thing is, for long I noticed that peoples faces fall in distinct groups according to their appearence even though they are not related. I always thought that they had a similar distant ethnic background and that genes relating to appearance had a type of “quanta” that can’t be completely diluted, which causes faces to fall in groups.
Now I’m starting to realize that it’s just me and my face-blindness averaging my memories of peoples appearances, creating those groups.