Silly Canadians and their sports...

So, I went to the Caps/Pens game last night. And I saw 2 midgets. Not even at the same time- one at the Chinatown metro stop and another one when I was walking past Magruder's on my way home. I don't think I've ever seen one in my life, and I saw 2 yesterday. Strange. The game was good though- 3 fights, Pens won. Plus we all grabbed free hotdogs when we left the stadium. Mmmmmm.

I got an email from someone today that made me feel... sad. It was from someone named Cracker who I haven't treated very well since the day I first met him, but he still bends over backwards to do things for me and be nice to me. I don't know what it is about him, but something just irks me after spending all of 10 minutes with the guy. I don't feel that I'm a bad person, but he somehow just brings out the worst in me. Is it because he just gives me whatever I want and/or need and I feel that he's a pushover? That he tends to my wishes and I find that overbearing? I don't know. But this is an excerpt of the (long) email that I received this morning:

"I’m driving home form work on Monday evening, and the sun is setting just over the hills in front of me. Monday was a very long day, but let’s not get into that. Anyway this sunset was really a rather outstanding scene, and then to top all that off, they start playing the new Mumra single on the radio. I think it’s a cover of a Smiths song, but don’t quote me on that. I couldn’t help feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside thinking about this crazy American girl I used to know."

That's because I went to see The Automatic with him and Mumra opened. Sigh. Okay, confession: he gave me a tv once and I just stopped talking to him about a week later by avoiding phone calls and visits. Kept the tv. Isn't that awful?? A year later, he decided to email me to see how I was, and since it wasn't like we ever dated or anything, I just thought it was nice that an old "friend" could forgive the way I behaved just to see how I was doing. Things were fine over intermittent emails, but when I went to visit his area (and he took the whole week off of work) my behavior went back to being horrible. That's one of the biggest regrets I have... but I can't help myself. He is the only person in the world that just irritates me so much that I have to act that way, but I keep trying and keep emailing because I want that to change. And it doesn't. And I don't know what's wrong with me... I'm not a bad person, I swear!!! Maybe it's true, that girls like assholes better. I mean, that isn't true about who I'm with now (who is one of the nicest people I've ever met before in my life), but maybe if Cracker stopped sending me nice emails and mailing me lemon Polos and sending me cards for the hell of it, would I feel any different? Maybe I'd be nicer because I wouldn't feel smothered by someone who is just trying to be a good friend? Which brings up another thought- he's doing the same things that I tend to do for people... am I an overbearing friend? Do people hate me for the same reasons???