Only a truly good friend would agree to watch Gone with the Wind. It’s a 4 hour saga about love, loss, the South and the Civil War. Of course, I don’t like the film’s treatment of black people, but it is still a wonderful film. Scarlett O’Hara is both wonderful and terrible as she attaches herself to Ashley, the wishy washy married man who says he’s in love with her, but isn’t. She never takes Rhett Butler seriously.
Everyone talks about the romantic relationship between Scarlett and Rhett, but what I love most about the film is the depth of Scarlett and Melanie’s friendship. Yes, Scarlett is trying to get with Melanie’s husband. However, during the last days and aftermath of the Civil War, they partner together. Melanie is too sedate, and Scarlett is too…spirited, but the two of them work well together. Scarlett makes Melanie stronger, and Melanie makes Scarlett a more loving woman.
Of course, my closest friend here drove over, made potato salad, listened to me blather on about my latest paramour, and then, and only then did we start watching Gone with the Wind. It was easier to watch the film because she was here; we both sighed at the drama, contemplated the film’s importance, and kept wondering if Scarlett did get Rhett Butler back.
My friends make me stronger. They help me face my problems, and as I fight for them, they give me a reason to keep on going. Through all the failed relationships, they are here for me. They support me, and they kindly tell me when I am messing things up, or when I’m perfectly fine and my dude is acting a fool. When I watched Scarlett deliver Melanie’s baby, then drive home in the midst of great danger, and kill an interloper, I thought “I would do that!” and “my best friends would do that for me!”
Even after I get married, I know my girls are going to be there, helping me get into and out of scrapes. I love them so very much, and I’m blessed to have them in my life.
hug your best friend today,