What happens when sometimes you feel like you should be a writer

[Waterguy]

One thing I think about writing is how it bears out emotion, it's a native natural language you can't really control too much because if you did, you'd stop to recognize, possibly sympathize, with something you would ordinarily just naturally just feel.

On the one side is the writer, callously writing down words to convey their only thoughts about something, person, place, or thing.
On the other side is reflection, thoughtless emotion; some search for purity, E pluribus unum.

Such is a story, what's the point? What's the point of any story, yes, that's it, part of it is listening. So part of the story is, at least someone is listening? Yes, at least part of it is.
So what are the other parts?

You wouldn't ask that question in a real story, the writer feigned very theatrically as though he was suddenly having one of those writers, most fabulously understated, writers block. And then, he laughed so uncontrollably, he farted.

Then he said, "Those other parts of the story, ah yes, well then. You need to understand, its a "story", not plural. It's one story.
But you said, part of it is listening" as though you could break a story down into parts, what did you mean by that?

He, the writer then said, " well listen, and don't get all lawyerly with me here, I'm only suggesting expounding the expository Yawl.
You gots to get into the mood to tell a single story, which by the way is one within itself, which philosophers of yesteryear once described as the atom, that molecule that could not be broken down no more. So expository like - as a writer you got to
describe the heck out of that one atom, you got to convince the reader that, he was like no other atom that ever existed, so the reader knows that atom, top to botton like they know the very palm of their own hand.
And yet, the reader learns something more like maybe there's a whole big world out there Johnny, filled with all kinds of different imagery, every sense of the word imagery, and people, as well as gobs of other stuff."

So that's what happens, is that true?

"Oh you sure hope so, you sure as hell do!"