I’ve felt kind of jerk-ish for the past 8-9 months. It’s a dumb little thing, but every time I see this particular dude, I feel like a bad person.
It begins with my roommate. We’re pretty tight. Good friends and that kind of thing. As a result of this, I’m also friends with every Italian in Buffalo. And every Italian who moved here from Buffalo. You’d be surprised how many there are.
This includes his parents, who are awesome people living down in Anderson. It also includes his two brothers. His older brother is a cool, laid back sort of dude. His younger brother is what you’d call the Southern Sibilio. He’s lived down south for most of his life and as a result of this he is the coolest kid around. I say kid, but he’s 22. He also has a roommate who is a cool dude. We all see each other often in a very modern sort of Mayberry way. It’s pretty cool.
Anyway, my roommate’s brother’s roommate, as I said, is a cool dude. The first time I got to meet him, I evidently didn’t remember meeting him. So the second time I hung out with him, as he was leaving, I said “Nice to meet you, man!”
He seemed visibly shaken. He reminded me that I’d met him before and he seemed…not insulted, but a bit hurt by my having forgotten our first meeting.
So I think of this every time I happen to see him, and I’d say I see him every two weeks or so. Every two weeks, I think of the time I forgot having met him and I remember the look on his face and I feel like a bad person. Then I start thinking I’m like a character in a Woody Allen movie and I get a little bit depressed.

Another reason to feel like a jerk is playing X-Box Kinect. I tried it on New Year’s Eve for the first time and I had a blast. No one told me before I started playing that it would show me pictures of my dumb ass once I was done playing. That felt good. Not really. You feel so cool while playing, but your pictures show you to be an incapable, uncoordinated idiot. I don’t need that sort of reality check. Not so often.