Opinion-mente.

I just finished watching "One Missed Call" which was actually pretty good, except for the (ARGH) inconclusive ending. Literally every scary film I watch has this prolonged, unfinished sense to it. Actually, every one except for Final Destination 3, who's ending exploded in to glitter that fell so hard on all of the other crap non-ending films that they compressed so much that their innards liquefied and they died.

What's even worse though, is when you're unsatisfied with a film, but someone else makes a comment about it, so you have to pretend like you don't care- or worse... defend it. When you desperately don't want to fit in to the same category as someone, sometimes this is the only way. And it works, which is sad, but true.
I don't even notice that I'm doing it half the time- I think it's something subconscious, but every now and then I'll stop and think 'why was I so adamant, when really I agree?'. Because: I'm just trying to separate my opinion from theirs so that I can back up enough to see the line drawn that borders our realities. That way I know that I'm safe in my confined me-bubble.
We should integrate with everyone, our peers, our not-peers. But my opinion simply refuses to comply.