That indistinct line of trouble

Where do we draw the line? I guess no one will ever know. At least I learnt a lesson today.
Right from the start, I should have known that things will not be any different. When the situation deteriorated the last time, that should have been a clear sign already. But I never did heed it. Now I will.
On one hand, you encourage us to speak freely to you. But now that I do, you just end up taking things so seriously. I talk to you, I complain to you, as I would a friend. But each time I do that, you seem to take it as a formal complaint. We seem to draw the lines at very different levels. It seems obvious enough to me, when I confide in you as a friend, and when I treat you with seniority. What puzzles me is the fact that you can never see it that way. It only serves to make me wonder if the previous run in with you was due to the same problem again.
I keep wondering if I might have said something wrongly. I am certain now that I never did say the wrong things, intentionally that is. But I cannot shake off the feeling that somehow you may have interpreted my intentions wrongly.
Never once have I gone against the rules. No matter how ridiculous they may be, I have always adhered to them. I am sorry, but I am not the kind of person who will report to you each time I complete a task. Most of us here are not that kind of people. But it doesn't mean that we do not give a 100%. People who know me well, you know I am a vocal person when it comes to a particular close circle of friends. To strangers, I too, will choose to keep things to myself. To me, what I say, are mere words, nothing more. There are many forms of complaints. Doesn't mean that evey complaint made signifies me rebelling. If I wanted to rebel a particular situation, I would make it official. It would be more than just words.
The event today still bugs me. I feel wrongly accused of something that I never even went close to committing. I want to argue my way back. To tell other what I truly feel. But I do not dare to. The situation is much too delicate for such drastic measures. My only solace, and outsource of disappointment is this blog. At least here, I can freely voice out my discontentment, and know that anyone who reads this will never be sure of who I am talking about. Sure, they may make guesses (that's if they know my personal life so well), but they can never know for sure. So here I will talk freely, and no one can censure me for the things I say.
I guess the lesson I have learnt this time round, is that no matter the situation, one must always draw a clear line between work and friendship. There can be no compromise. If such is not followed, the consequences would most probably be miscommunication between both parties. I am getting weary of this. Rather than having to contemplate the consequences of my words constantly, I'd rather just play safe and say nothing at all. My only solution is to go back to the way it was before. To go back to the time when that line was still so very much distinct; so much so that it gives no room for misunderstandings. This is probably the best course of action.