Venting

Hello again, Blogger. I've sort of been scanning through the last couple of posts and noticed that I've been using this blog for a little venting, which isn't really wise to do on the internet. I do this though, because I find it easier to just post things blatantly on the internet than just dumping my issues and pointless complaints to other people  who have more complicated things going on in their lives, then to hear my whining. And no, that's not code for 'GUISE PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME' because if I had a real issue, and I mean a serious one, I'd definitely make sure I vented to a real, living person. I wouldn't waste time venting to someone about not having space, or not being able to afford the things I'd like to have, or not being able to work because of college. Those things are frivolous, and they can be dealt with step by step, and through time. I don't need to bother anyone with it. Sure they can tug at me, make me lose my patience, and sometimes the stress of life can impair my judgment on what I should share, and what I should not share on the internet, but it's not ridiculously important enough for me to bother others with the little tiny things. Little things I can deal on my own. And to be honest, EVERYTHING bugs me. I have no patience, a short temper, ridiculous mood swings, and space issues. To be annoyed or bothered by little trivial things go hand in hand with those traits. So it's not a mystery that I find it easier to just unleash my thoughts online, because it seems rude, and just generally bothersome to complain about every little thing to people who don't have to hear it. So to put things in a nutshell, I complain about things, I rant, and I vent online. Am I okay? Maybe at the moment of writing, I may not feel so, but will I be okay? Yeah, I will be, because I'm venting, which is part of letting go, and in the end, even after a few days have passed, I laugh at myself, and how I thought those things I were venting about seemed so important at the time, yet now they just seem to be in a distant part of my brain, still unsolved, but not entirely threatening my sanity.