What can explain the fact that we are so bad at remembering names? “Christ, what’s his name again? You know, that singer in that band. There was a blonde girl too. Begins with an A. It’s on the tip of my tongue.” You find yourself suddenly unable to pry the name of someone you’ve known for years from the right brain cell. Then, hours later, the name will pop into your head unbidden. I have to rack my brain more and more often for a name or a word, only to come up empty. I should just accept it, but it bothers the hell out of me. Don’t let it, Groen.
