More importantly, I like to argue and win.
Call it the intellectual equivalent of making someone else look bad to make yourself look good. It's one of the reasons, sadly enough, that I'm such an avid reader of all things theological; I want to be able to offer an answer to folks about why Christ is God, why the Church matters and why Orthodoxy embodies all of those things and always has. I have my pet answers for why this or that belief doesn't hold any water and have rehearsed them multiple times. And what's so sad about all of this is that it makes precious little difference, if any, to those who don't really want my answers in the first place. I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm so busy preparing arguments that I forget to listen to the questions of others.
These people who don't really want my illuminating answers come in various forms...there's the mostly areligious or nominally religious guy who doesn't even think about God all that often, much less dwell on Him and the study of Him. Then there're the hyper-devout folks who already have strong beliefs about God (as I have) and are either simply asking different questions or are themselves not interested in my answers because of their own.
It is with this latter group that I usually butt heads in an (apparent) exercise in futility. Veiled as a simple, honest exchange of ideas, both I and my "opponents" (what a lovely way to relate to another person!) for the most part only become further entrenched in our belief system, merely spinning our wheels in each other's direction and not going anywhere. More importantly, we're not connecting.
I need to stop hunting down arguments. I need to stop buttonholing people with "whatabout...?" questions concerning their faith when they were merely trying to find a shirt in their size, thank you very much. I definitely need to stop debating with folks who have no interest in what the faith offers. For the most part--though it strengthens my own grasp of why I believe what I believe--I ought to pray for willing hearts to come my way and pray for mercy that I be the sort of person who makes hard hearts more willing. Then and only then could an approach ever work.
The Athonite monk was walking along and was greeted by a Greek young man who loudly demanded, "Give me one reason to believe in God!" The opportunity was golden, according to many. The Athonite was silent for a moment, then calmly answered, "No," and continued on his way.