Not that I'm doing that right now.
I really won't.
I'm just going to pretend to be philosophical tonight. Because I've had a thought. And it's a blog, so I can be self-indulgent if I want.
I have realized just recently that I no longer believe venting is my friend. What good does talking out frustrations with your friends/co-workers/family do for your relationships?
Say my fiancé and I are having a fight, and I go out one evening and gossip with some of my girlfriends (or God forbid: parents). What good does giving a voice to these negative experiences do for anyone? It angers you, it gives your friends and family fodder for hating your significant other, and it lessens your relationship by inviting others in.
I realized it today when I was talking with a co-worker about her relationship. She wanted advice about the man she's dating... and because she's told me details here and there about things that have happened in the past, I'm reminding her of the negative things, and giving her advice that I have no business giving. (My opinion, obviously; she said nothing of the sort.)
And it got me thinking: how many times have I talked with my mom about a fight I had with an ex-boyfriend and then later it was all dragged up again when I was talking to her? Umm, too many.
"Keep your business to yourself" is going to be my motto from now on. If I have nothing funny or kind to say, from this moment on... I will say nothing. I know this isn't a new concept by any means, it's just something I've caught onto recently.
I would love to say I'll be a perfect angel and this new thinking will extend to my blog, but I did just write an entry about how naughty my kids were on Christmas... so maybe I won't.