Venting is healthy.
If it’s important enough to call me, it’s important enough to take 30 seconds and leave a voicemail. If it’s not important enough to call me and leave a voicemail, a text will suffice. The worst of all possible worlds is calling, not leaving a message, then having me call you to see what you wanted, only to not have you pick up the phone, end up leaving a voice mail that goes “You called, I have no idea what you wanted, so I’m calling you to tell you that.” or words to that effect, and naturally not have the call returned.
I wish from time to time that I had it in me to treat people worse than they treat me. For an example of that see my last post on here. She apologized for it, a few weeks after the fact. A part of me was tempted to simply reject the apology out of hand, and maybe do a little more damage where there had been quite a bit done by the series of unfortunate events that had turned her world upside down.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t very well do that, and look myself in the mirror the next morning, though apparently that’s not a problem for people generally speaking.
Also, if you’re going to invite someone to an outing, and then tell me that it’s a family thing, know that I will find out.
On a happy note, one of the few people who probably treats me better than I treat them will be in Omaha today for the weekend. This is the best of all possible worlds, so I might as well enjoy myself.