I have recently realized that I use my writing as an outlet for the control I need to exercise during my everyday life. I spend my days biting my tongue, brushing off things that annoy or anger me, and never let my metaphorical bitch out of her cage. Not so in my writing.
When I am writing a story I can do or say anything I want, and so I do. Get into a fight with the husband? Guess what? My main character is going to leave the asshat, but not before giving him a piece of her mind. Conflict with a co-worker? A character will throw a drink in their face at a bar. Even if the conflict doesn’t seem to warrant such extremes, it doesn’t matter.
In my writing, what I say goes and it becomes part of the story. My characters say and do things that I resist every single day, maybe because they don’t have my restraint or don’t suffer from society’s expectations of what is appropriate. In the end, I love to watch them over-react. It’s cathartic to be able to play out the scenario and put to rest all of the “What if I had done…” thoughts.
Maybe that’s why people get so involved with characters. It’s not just that they connect with the character’s situations, it’s also that the characters can do all of the things that readers wish they could do and get away with it. Readers can live vicariously through them and not have any remorse.