Bachelorette.

I watched "Bachelorette" today and was struck by how wholesomely unlikeable Kirsten Dunst's character was. She was bitchy, she was high strung, she was bossy and she was angry and stressed and tense and cynical and sarcastic and also somehow jealous and bitter. 

All in all, thoroughly unlikeable and unendearing. 

But then halfway through the movie, I started realizing, that I was her. Among all the characters in the movie, some funny, some quirky, some obnoxious, some awkward but all somehow likeable enough in some way or another, I was HER. 

It was like looking at a surface that reflected some of my innermost desires and feelings. It was like watching my world views on display in an art gallery. And it sucked. 

Because I was bitter. I was angry and I was cynical and unhappy even though I, as so eloquently put by James Marsden's character in the movie, "have no reason to be." 

It struck a nerve, that. Why? Why am I her? I know it's a question we can't really answer. Why is anyone whatever they are. But why? Why am I her? It may not have a proper answer but at the end of the day it makes a very good question.