“Id, ego, and super-ego are the three parts of the psychic apparatus defined in Sigmund Freud’s structural model of the psyche; they are the three theoretical constructs in terms of whose activity and interaction our mental life is described. According to this model of the psyche, the id is the set of uncoordinated instinctual trends; the super-ego plays the critical and moralizing role; and the ego is the organized, realistic part that mediates between the desires of the id and the super-ego. The super-ego can stop one from doing certain things that one’s id may want to do.” (Thanks Wikipedia.)
I am actually awake 2 hours earlier than I usually wake up because my brain will not stop chewing on my mom’s response to me telling her that the meme she posted was uncool. That’s right. I’m actually losing sleep because my brain won’t let it go.
I genuinely want to drop it. I honestly know that nothing good can come from continuing the discussion, enumerating the ways that a meme that she didn’t write is innately hypocritical, or continuing to shame her for it in a public forum where her friends and coworkers can see it. There is zero benefit there. None! It’s not like she’s going to thank me for enlightening her. The very best case scenario ends in her apologizing and admitting that I’m right, which means she’ll be upset, and I don’t relish the idea of needlessly upsetting my mother.
But my id doesn’t give a single, solitary fuck. It is chewing on it like a dog with a bone and does not want to quit fighting about it until she admits that I’m right and that the meme is stupid.
I mean, seriously, it’s one thing for someone on the internet to be wrong. But for my own mother to be the one on the internet that is wrong? *BRAINSPLOSION*
This comic does a better job of describing the situation than I ever could. I am desperately, intensely striving for Level Two. I’m already being a dick. My id, however, dwells in Dickfinity.
Well, this morning could definitely use some awesome. I gotta turn this trainwreck around.
3 Great Things About Yesterday
- Got some new clothes that I feel confident and beautiful in.
- Ate way too many pumpkin chocolate chip muffins.
- Was surprised to find out that Rush Hour 3 exists, and enjoyed mostly ignoring it while doing other things.
This band is what would happen if Black Sabbath, Heart, and Jethro Tull had a 3 way gangbang and ended up with a baby. I’m pretty sure Dad will dig their stuff.