But we have our moments, too.
Moments when we see that tire blowout and stop to help. Moments when we pay for the person behind us in the drive-through. Or offer up our seat to a stranger. Or compliment someone’s earrings. Or realize we were wrong. Or apologize.
Sometimes we really are the best versions of ourselves. I see that about us. And I’m determined to keep seeing that about us. Because that really might be the truest thing I’ll ever know:
The more good things you look for, the more you find.
A Note About Prosopagnosia
There are two different types of face blindness, or prosopagnosia.
The type that Sadie has in this story is called acquired. It results from some sort of damage to the fusiform face gyrus—from surgery, for example, or a lesion, or a traumatic brain injury—and it results in a change in the ability to perceive faces.
The other type of prosopagnosia is developmental, and it’s typically a condition people have had all their lives. It’s more commonly associated with memory than with perception. People with developmental prosopagnosia can generally see faces in the moment—they just have trouble remembering them later. This type is by far the most common—up to one in fifty people have it—but many people don’t realize they have it. Because there’s no noticeable shift from before to after, many people who have this type assume that’s just how everyone is.
If you’re interested in learning more about face blindness, a good place to start is FaceBlind.org, a joint website of the Prosopagnosia Research Center of Dartmouth, Harvard, and the University of London. There you can read more about it, access online tests to measure your own ability to perceive and remember faces, and even volunteer to participate in research.
Author’s Note
One year, for my birthday, I got a historical romance novel as a gift.
After years of studying creative writing and Serious Fiction in school, I had never really read romance before. But I pushed past the decidedly nonliterary cover and opened it up to the first chapter to “take a look” at it.
Three hours later, I was in the car—driving to the bookstore to get another one.
I felt like a person who’d spent her entire life eating boneless, skinless chicken breast … and I had just discovered chocolate cake.
That book was delicious. It was blissful. It was life changing.
It redefined reading for me. And fun.
It was the biggest writing epiphany of my life.
I mean, I knew I loved love stories. I’d been raised on Nora Ephron, after all. But those were movies. Movies were entertainment. Books, in my head at least, were work—not play.
After that first gateway romance novel, I spent the next several years reading historical romances in a blissful haze.
Did I say “reading” them? Sorry—I meant “devouring” them.
I put duct tape over the chesty man-candy on the covers—but I kept reading. In the bubble bath. At stoplights. While stirring spaghetti sauce on the stove.
There you have it: I fell in love with romance novels.
For a long time, if you’d asked me why that was, I’d have shrugged and said, “Because they’re fun?” But now, after much overthinking it, I’ve figured out—at least in part—why they’re fun.
It’s because love stories really are unlike any other kind of story.
All stories have an emotional engine that drives them. Mysteries run on curiosity. Thrillers run on heart-thumping adrenaline. Horror stories run on fear.
And the fuel for those emotional engines is anticipation. We piece the clues together and predict what’s going to happen, and we feel emotions—sometimes very strong ones—about what we’re predicting.
Stories use different scenarios in different ways to create that anticipation, but most novels use a fair bit of what’s called negatively valenced anticipation. A sense of worry. A concern that things might get worse. You know: You’re reading along, picking up the breadcrumbs of foreshadowing the writer’s dropped for you, and you’re like, “Oh god. That kid’s going to get arrested.” Or, “Ugh. That man’s going to have a heart attack.” Or, “Bet you a thousand dollars he’s cheating on his wife.”
But guess what kind of anticipation romance novels use?
Positively valenced.
Romance novels, rom-coms, nontragic love stories—they all run on a blissful sense that we’re moving toward something better. Percentage-wise, the majority of clues writers drop in romance novels don’t give you things to dread. They give you things to look forward to.