“Since when do you buy generic?” I demanded.
Steve jumped away from me, his eyes wide with fear and surprise. It was an expression unlike anything I’d seen cross my husband’s face before — because, I belatedly realized, this man was not my husband.
I dropped the peanut butter jar and sprinted off — leaving this poor stranger utterly perplexed.
I am so utterly fascinated with how the mind works... and doesn't.
No matter how much empathy you have, I don't think you can ever really appreciate how weird it must be to suffer from a condition like this.
Considering we see faces on toast and rocks and clouds or even electric sockets - I mean basically everywhere - it must be so strange not to recognise people by their faces.