Just got a call from the police. They'll want me to do a Video ID test later on today.
My mind has felt quite upset at the notion of having to pick someone who may not be at fault at all. I hate the idea of IDing. That scares me more than the whole incident did. Still, given there is a (controlled) feeling of upset towards these people, I may find some inner ability to remember their faces, though I wish Trudi or Astrid could confirm or deny who they saw.
Still, if I get this right it makes it far easier for these people to be convicted. The ramifications depending on how I answer this are quite... well, massive.
I need to keep reminding myself it's not a test, and a wrong answer isn't going to end the world.
Well then, hrmph.
I haven't got my phone either! Feel like I'm missing a limb, as sad as that sounds. ;)
My sister's left lots of messages saying whoever has my phone is scum. Hope the police don't attempt to listen in.
What people are terrible at is DESCRIBING FACES. It just doesn't translate into communicable language very well. This makes it hard to process consciously, since you can't use language to help you think about it in the same way you can talk yourself through other problems.
Not that ID'ing people is an easy task, of course. That's a rare set of circumstances. You just don't have to doubt yourself so much.
Or not difficult at all -- if you didn't see his face, your ID won't be worth much anyway. Unless he had an obvious tattoo, a tail or a fin, there's not much you can say about one's back.
And, well, you've already gone to the police station and back, so these are moot points anyway. Oh well!