When I’m writing a personal essay or a blog post, I find that nice stories in which I behave well and come off looking good generally don’t work so well. I look for the bad story, the ugly story, the story that shows off my marvelous human shortcomings.
I yanked those ugly maroon snapdragons out by the roots. My front yard color scheme has been restored, and all is right with the world.
I don’t like the snapdragons growing in my front yard. Their color, somewhere between scarlet and maroon, gets on my nerves. If I rip them in full bloom out of the ground am I an assassin? They may be ugly, but they are alive.