On Venting

The following is an excerpt from a comment I posted on a fellow Fellow's blog. While writing it, I came to some pretty good conclusions (so I think) and decided to post some on my own blog. What do you think?

By the way, I've been meaning to tell you...I don't want you to think my first year teaching experience is simply perfect. I don't talk about the negatives for a few reasons. 1) I don't consider the issues that I may have or the issues that Long has, my problems. Here comes sappy spirituality. My religion gives me the permission to allow G-d to carry the weight of my problems. Therefore, my worrying is very minimal. Which makes it appear as though I'm happy all the time! 2) It used to help me to talk about all my issues, but for some reason that has changed. I don't mind listening to other people, but when I talk about my own issues it just seems to amplify the situation and makes me think about it more. Weird, I know, but that's how my mind works (This probably directly tied to why I can't remember what's due, when). Lastly, I'm so scared that people are going to over hear me venting that I rarely get the urge. On those days when I absolutely have to, I find you or I lock my door and call one of my girlfriends and begin the conversation with, "You will not believe ..." Other than that, there are very few people that I trust in that school or in any school for that matter. Moment of truth: some teachers/some people are just unbearably gossipy and the fact of the matter is that you never know who you're talking to until you hear about your comment the next day.