Entombing the Id
Jul. 26th, 2005 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonGee whiz of the day: Godspeed Discovery.
Yeah, I know, a lot of folks say that the money could be better spent on earth, but I don't think you can put a price tag on human dreams and imagination. Maybe if we had more dreams of space we wouldn't hate each other so much; maybe this wouldn't be such a bitter little rock, but would indeed be that beautiful blue marble suspended in the dark.
Thought of the day: My friend and I were talking about the notion of "I have to find myself." Granted, in the teens and twenties there is a great deal of self-definition going on, of differentiating oneself from one's parents. That's a natural process. But what they don't tell you, the nasty little secret, is that you never really do find yourself. Or rather, in each phase of your life you have to find yourself all over again.
I suggested to my friend that perhaps I should get one of those beeper things people attach to their car keys so that when I drift into a new phase I can pull out the control, press the button, and find my new self under the lump of laundry or newspapers or book piles where it's hiding. It would save a lot of time and energy, all that nasty and boring introspection crud. Then again, knowing me, I'd probably lose the control thingie and have to do a frantic and time-consuming search for that.
We were also discussing how it's healthy to let one's Id out of the box now and again, to let it hold sway in one's life.
"Sorry," my friend said, "mine's securely locked away in a box, marking the days on the wall."
"At least it isn't scratching at the inside of the lid like the prematurely entombed."
"Oh, it's doing that, too. I just refuse to listen."
Cliché du jour: Arthur's face went ghostly pale. (Bwoogity!)
Yeah, I know, a lot of folks say that the money could be better spent on earth, but I don't think you can put a price tag on human dreams and imagination. Maybe if we had more dreams of space we wouldn't hate each other so much; maybe this wouldn't be such a bitter little rock, but would indeed be that beautiful blue marble suspended in the dark.
Thought of the day: My friend and I were talking about the notion of "I have to find myself." Granted, in the teens and twenties there is a great deal of self-definition going on, of differentiating oneself from one's parents. That's a natural process. But what they don't tell you, the nasty little secret, is that you never really do find yourself. Or rather, in each phase of your life you have to find yourself all over again.
I suggested to my friend that perhaps I should get one of those beeper things people attach to their car keys so that when I drift into a new phase I can pull out the control, press the button, and find my new self under the lump of laundry or newspapers or book piles where it's hiding. It would save a lot of time and energy, all that nasty and boring introspection crud. Then again, knowing me, I'd probably lose the control thingie and have to do a frantic and time-consuming search for that.
We were also discussing how it's healthy to let one's Id out of the box now and again, to let it hold sway in one's life.
"Sorry," my friend said, "mine's securely locked away in a box, marking the days on the wall."
"At least it isn't scratching at the inside of the lid like the prematurely entombed."
"Oh, it's doing that, too. I just refuse to listen."
Cliché du jour: Arthur's face went ghostly pale. (Bwoogity!)
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Date: 2005-07-27 10:45 am (UTC)Keep them coming - I keep seeing where they would fit in! (In this case, when he realises he's going to marry Gundobad's not quite legitimate daughter and the odds are she's a chip off the old block)
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Date: 2005-07-27 04:43 pm (UTC)Would that be Gwen? She tried to make an appearance in my novel, but it didn't work out. Maybe next time.
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Date: 2005-07-27 11:19 pm (UTC)