I can sympathize; I'm not very good at remembering names and faces. I guess you could call me face ... myopic. I have no trouble with close friends and family members. Casual acquaintances, however, may or may not register. Introduce two or more people to me at once, and chances are I won't remember any of them. I can spend 9 months seeing the same 25 people in a room every day, and never learn to recognize all of them. Changes in a person's hair, glasses, or other features can cause me not to recognize them. It isn't personal; this simply isn't data that my brain is good at storing.
People frequently get pissy if you don't recognize them. Fortunately, I'm social teflon; I don't really care. I also tend not to care if someone doesn't come up and talk to me if we casually pass in public, or if someone doesn't invite me to an event. It just doesn't register on my radar as a significant occurrence. (Occasionally in junior high, someone would come up to me, all tearful about what a heartless bitch I was ... because I wasn't upset about not being invited to a party she'd counted on me being broken-hearted at not being invited to. I was startled the first time, and replied "What party?" Subsequent occasions I just laughed.) On the other hoof, I get along well with other folks who often forget names and faces: I'm distinctive enough in appearance that most people can spot me, and I'm not easily offended by mistakes.
Anyhow, this is fun material for alien interactions. I had one race that just could not tell humans apart. The first contact crew solved that by having every human wear a different scarf -- one crewmember happened to collect them and had a drawerful of exotic scarves. But you always had to have that scarf, or they wouldn't know who you were.
The obverse is also interesting, when aliens can identify something easily that humans can't. Another race breeds only during peak monsoons that occur every few years. They're amphibious and colorful. Individuals born in the same generation have a characteristic appearance; they can tell at a glance which generation someone belongs to. This is difficult for humans to do, which is awkward, because age is a very big deal in that culture. The way the language is designed, you can't talk to someone unless you know whether s/he is younger than you, older than you, or the same age.
March 9 2008, 04:58:47 UTC 13 years ago
It makes them edgy the way humans don't really like it when they don't know the gender of someone they're addressing. Interesting culture clash there. :-) Is gender difficult to distinguish in them, at least for humans?
*I eventually made them human. The main reason was that I had gone about it backwards, devising their culture before I really thought much about their biological nature, so that their culture came out far too human-like. Next time I make an alien race, I'll figure out their biology first, then their culture. :-)
March 9 2008, 05:23:49 UTC 13 years ago
March 9 2008, 05:29:38 UTC 13 years ago
Hmm...
March 9 2008, 17:19:15 UTC 13 years ago Edited: March 9 2008, 17:21:54 UTC
They don't have gender roles, really. Sex/gender for them seems to be like, oh, eye color or height for us. It's part of who you are, but not significant for most purposes. The salient division for social roles is age, not sex.
Re: Hmm...
March 9 2008, 17:31:01 UTC 13 years ago
Re: Hmm...
March 9 2008, 17:58:10 UTC 13 years ago
The ones I have seen are doing pair-bonding, and the children are raised by their parents and older siblings. I wouldn't be surprised if others do it differently.
Children are still able to function during the monsoon, which is why older children wind up watching the young ones. Adolescents and menopausers are completely distracted with the change. Adults are completely distracted by mating activity. And the elders go into a kind of creative coma. It makes life interesting. They have to accommodate a near-total shutdown of their society every few years.
Re: Hmm...
March 9 2008, 18:10:42 UTC 13 years ago
I wonder how the ordinary tasks of maintaining life would work. Who's farming during this time? Who's hunting and gathering in the hunter-gatherer societies?
All this talk of alien races is causing me to think some more about the semi-sentient "bird people" of my conworld. :-) I'm not sure exactly how intelligent they are, but definitely more than the apes, and less than humans. Probably somewhere around early Homo. Definitely potential for future sentience if they're allowed to evolve naturally.
Re: Hmm...
March 9 2008, 19:59:23 UTC 13 years ago
The monsoon triggers a physical and mental growth spurt for this species. They get a much smaller boost from the ordinary spring rains -- the year after a monsoon, babies from the previous year usually start talking. So they have a very solid physiological reason for practicing gerontocracy: the elders are substantially smarter than the adults, plus they get that phenomenal dreamtide in the monsoons. Elders will burrow down with a conundrum in mind, and more often than not, several of them will come out with a solution.
The triggers are climactic, environmental, and physiological -- some of it spills over into pheromones from animals and pollen from plants and what-all else. The whole ecosystem does this cool little orgiastic dance for a while. It's powerful enough to spill over slightly to humans. Not everyone is affected, but it puts a bump in the statistics: adolescents are more likely to hit puberty, adults are more likely to be horny (and fertile), and some seniors get torpid and creative.
I'm not entirely sure how the historic cultures dealt with the interruption, but it's not a time when it's convenient to do much anyhow. The weather is horrid; you can't farm or do other outside work. Spring planting comes right after the rains, and the crops have evolved to work with the local cycle. Modern civilization is designed with that interruption in mind; either to be automated or to be shut down for a while, or to be tendable by novices. There are always a few people who don't, for whatever reason, respond normally to the seasonal triggers; they are variously considered freaks or holy people, but they're very useful during the monsoons. But some disadvantages are unavoidable: if you get seriously injured during this time, your chances of survival are not high, because the nurses will be busy screwing and the doctors will be asleep.
One of the more interesting features of the society is how all the professions are stacked, and the education matches. There's a child-school for however long childhood lasts. Adolescents go to a different school that trains them for their adult job, between their metamorphic monsoon and the next one. Then when adults metamorphose into elders, they go back to school and train for their elder job. So nurses become doctors, secretaries become executives, local leaders become regional politicians, and so forth. It's really a mesh of job paths, but there are very definite divisions: a job is either for adults or elders. They don't really count the little tidbit jobs that children and adolescents can do, just "career" jobs.