On venting

I distrust my need to vent about a person. Every time I vent it leads to places that I do not want to be.

Either I feel validated and thus righteously angry. Or I feel misunderstood and thus vengefully angrier.

In all cases, to vent requires me to make that person a valid target for venting.

By making them wrong. And me right.

That requires me to delete so much context, and also-truths, that I do not feel I can ever get it back.