All of my most brilliant posts are written from a place of deep emotion, not deep thinking. When I'm out running errands and something happens about which I wish to write, I'll compose the post in my head. Beautiful, flowing prose, wry humor, deep insight, soulful reflection, prose almost on par with wirecutter's writings. You know, fucking brilliant. As soon as I get home, I rush to my keyboard praying my muse doesn't find something more interesting to do before I get it down in pixels, Alas, those writings are tortured sessions of "What the fuck was I going to say here?" and massive rewrites trying to revive the dying prose.
But when I'm writing emotionally, the words flow. All heart and no head. Nothing in my brain to second guess my words and vision. And I think those are my best posts.
Now how many of us also do this in conversations? You have the opportunity to be funny, witty, charming and brilliant with the object of your affections, and out of your mouth comes, "Look! I have hands! I like bread. How are you?" And back home, ashamed and baffled, alone in your dark room, you have the most brilliant conversations. You are so totally on fire. With yourself. Sigh. And your crush is at home wondering why you're not riding the short bus and if your people know you're skipping your meds.