(The trouble of) complaining
Everyone has a preferred way of venting.
Someone likes to go to the gym and punch stuff or run for kilometers. Other like to be quiet, reading books or playing their favourite videogames. Some like to curse stuff or (in Italy at least) say profanities.
I've found out, my preferred way of venting is the one I also find more difficult to do: complaining. Not to the person or the stuff that has made me mad. No way I'm that kind of person. What if I give a bad impression to people who don't know me? Couldn't be me. It would be too easy and solve things.
No, I need to complain to people who are not involved. Better if they already know some of the situation, but not required. Could social media be a way not to shout at a single person who probably would perfectly do without that? Sometimes it's too personal to howl at strangers. But I'm also very worried of bothering people I care about, so I don't do that often.
In the end, I usually spend a lot of time complaining to myself. It's not very satisfying but sometimes it's the only way to make everything work in my head.
So, I'm sorry if I ever bothered you with my complaining. It probably means I trust you. And don't worry if I haven't, I may not have wanted to bother you with my silly stuff.