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When I was around 20yo, I spent a summer with a new group of friends pretending I knew everyone’s names. It was anxiety hell. Today, I realize that I can just admit that I forget names and ask and it’s no problem. But that was an interesting summer.
When I first started work I was in shop where there were three Bills, two Phil’s and two Neil’s . I never ever worked out who was who.
Bro, homie, dawg, phil
It’s easy to go years without knowing names, better if you don’t use that last one
Bro, homie, dawg, phil
Phil and Phil (both whirling angrily to acknowledge you): “WHAT?!”
