I've said before I write so I can sleep, so I can get the stories out of my head and onto paper.
I also write so I can talk.
Sometimes, it's like my brain just shuts off when I talk to someone. I revert to nodding my head, not because I agree, but because my thoughts are knocking around my brain incoherently and I can't organize them in order to disagree or add to the conversation.
My neighbor requested I trim a few plants that I thought were hers. No biggie. Sure! I clipped the stem thingies so they didn't stick out in her space and brush against her clothes when she stepped out of the car.
But now she says the stem thingies are "ugly" and they need to completely disappear. (They are sticking about six inches above the leaves. Straight up. Not even pointed in the direction of her space.)
It's a plant. It is supposed to have whatever stems and branches the earth gave it. I am not going to change them. For crying out loud. Have you ever heard of anything more ridiculous in your life?
I invited her, at first, to do anything she wanted with them. They are, after all, basically there for her, as she is the only one that can see them. But no. She wants me to!
And then I realized, about FIVE HOURS LATER, two things: 1) Why am I so irritated by this? 2) I don't have to cut my plants any certain way just because she thinks stems are ugly.
I could sink to her petty level and just dig them up and replace with grass. I know she would hate to have grass there instead of flowers, but, you know what? If the six inch stems are so ugly to her, then we'll put grass there. I never get to see the flowers; they are just facing her house.
And I have TEN MILLION other things to do with my life than trim two inches off some stems just because she thinks they look ugly.
If I'd had a brain while talking to her, I would have told her I think the stems look pretty the way God made them and I don't see any reason to cut them. I would have told her that if it bothers her so much, she may cut them. (Actually, I did something akin to that.)
But no. I nod and seethe.
And it takes me FIVE HOURS to come up with a logical response most people would come up with on the spot.
So I write. Fingers to keyboard, and my brain unlocks, organizes. My thoughts line up, my ideas group together like magnetically pulled.
Any wacky reasons why you write? Do you think better when talking or writing? And how do you avoid getting swept up by pettiness?