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It is genuinely pleasing to be remembered

It was a little while ago, but I read an article about "standing out."

In this article, Niu-san says, "It is difficult for someone to remember me."
In addition, they say, "I remember the other person."

The first thought that came to mind after reading it was, "This is so me."


I don't have a particularly memorable face, and I'm almost never told that I look like any famous person. I am a completely ordinary, unremarkable Japanese man in his 30s.

And, I am the type of person who is good at remembering faces. I often remember when, where, in what situation, and what kind of conversation I had.

What surprised even me was that just by looking at the business cards of the cast members at a certain snack bar in Susukino that I used to frequent (there were about 40 to 50 of them), I could recall their faces and what we talked about (though I have mostly forgotten them now).

I also remembered their birthdays, so when I happened to go to the shop, I would bring a cake as a gift, saying, "Oh, I remember it's so-and-so's birthday today," and they would be very happy.

However, on the flip side, it is not uncommon for people I have met before to say to me, "Have we met before?" I often have to reply, "Uh... actually, we have met before..."

This is quite sad. Was that time just a dream? Was I the only one who had a different memory implanted? That... that can't be true! Say it isn't so, Bernie!


However, there is more.

Returning to the story of the snack bar mentioned earlier, the cast members there were extremely talented.
They remembered my face and name perfectly.

If I had been visiting every day, I suppose they would have remembered me whether they liked it or not, but I only visited at most about once every two months (since I didn't live in Sapporo at the time). It was common for more than a year to pass between visits.

Despite that situation, many of them recognized my existence clearly. As soon as I entered the shop, they would say, "Oh! Long time no see! Thanks for coming!" This is enough to make anyone fall in love.

Anyway, as someone who is rarely remembered by name, I get happy over such trivial things.



This is a bit of a leap, but among the famous quotes in the manga "ONE PIECE," there is this line from Dr. Hiriluk (who appears in the flashbacks of the Drum Island arc).

When do you think people die...?

When they are shot through the heart with a pistol...
...No.

When they are struck by an incurable disease...
...No.

When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom...

No!!!


...When they are forgotten by people...!!!

Chopper: "Doctor"

Even if a life ends, as long as someone remembers that person, they do not truly die.

Conversely, isn't being forgotten an incredibly unfortunate thing?


The conclusion of Niu-san's article at the beginning suggests, "Let's think about visual improvements to make it easier for others to remember us."

Instead of lamenting not being remembered, the focus is on thinking about and practicing how to be remembered.
As one means of doing this, there was a mention of clothing. It suggests not just wearing what you like in the way you like, but trying to make an effort to leave an impression.


I see, that was very educational.
Making an effort to be remembered by others is the first step toward growth.

I think I will try to pay more attention to my visuals as well.
My clothes are all dark, my hair is jet black, and my glasses frames are black too. The frame style is Wellington, but that is not so rare these days.
Should I make the right half of my hair white like Black Jack, or make my glasses asymmetrical like Yusuke Narita?

Just as I thought that, I got carried away with some long-awaited shopping and ended up buying a sheer black shirt, so I fear for my future.


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