Something Borrowed

So I just watched this movie again. I watched it once in theatres…I can’t remember who I was with (sorry). I hated it then. HATED IT. Now? Still hate it. It’s an interesting movie, there’s nothing wrong with the actors or the screenplay or anything cinematic like that. It’s the story, the sequence of events that makes we want to rip out their hearts.

The entire time I want to stand up and scream THAT’S YOUR BEST FUCKING FRIEND. And in my head, that’s exactly what I’m saying, over and over. I couldn’t imagine it. I really couldn’t. Sleeping with him was one thing. That is something I could understand, accept and even forgive. But the lying, the cheating, the sneaking around. Never. Ever. Ever. I don’t know if I’m an abundantly loyal person, but Rachel & Dex’s characters disgust me. And the entire time it’s like it is just okay, no problem, let’s spend the weekend together. WHAT THE FUCK? That’s your best friend. And I can’t even be mad at the guy. I really can’t, because i firmly believe that every guy cheats. Go ahead, tell me your stupid fucking stories about your loyal boys, I don’t give a shit. I think guys have this innate desire, this cheating destiny that eventually they all fulfill. Anyway, this is why I’m not mad at Dex. But Rachel.

I wish, for the rest of my life that I never have a best friend like her. I would honestly without a doubt rather be alone, forever.

Yes, I lie. I’ve probably lied to your face half a dozen times. Yeah I get mad at you, and I’ll probably say some crappy shit about you. But that loyalty? That tiny ounce of trust that bonds you and I together—without it there is absolutely no point in pursuing a friendship. An anger builds up in me when I watch this movie. And even though the best friend is a total Bitch—I could never.

That’s your best friend. I just say it, over and over.