I hate ranting, perhaps especially when I'm the one doing it. Partly because I hate repeating myself, and I do _way_ too much of that while ranting. Also, I always feel bad at whomever I'm ranting _at_. Because if I'm ranting, it's about something that cannot be modified by myself or whomever I'm ranting at. (However, if it is something I'm feeling a need to rant about it, it's almost certain that it is something that _someone_ can affect, but just apparently isn't. If literally no one can affect it, I tend to just deal...)
I'm pleased to have found out that my apartment is, at least for me, an anti-rant zone. Quite literally, I walked into it, and suddenly lost any particular need or desire to rant. That was _neat_!
I'm also very pleased that
aelisdeliria enjoyed the share. *glee* I _will_ make everyone I know meet everyone else I know! ;) *plotting*
Mmm. Still need food. And to put directions into my Palm! Mmm. Palm...