Kyle and I tried to explain Freud to Simone last night.
That went well.
Simone: That fucking guy is so fucked, man!
Somehow, being told that he secretly wanted to get nasty with his own mother didn't go over so well. I can't imagine why.
I was actually out with my cousin and his harem of Georgia boys last night, but they decided to go in early and watch Zoolander. I wasn't going to question that decision; Zoolander is unquestionably one of the greatest movies of the last twenty years. I wasn't in the mood for an early night though, so I stayed out a bit longer.
This resulted in extreme judgment from my mother. What else is new?
I really don't know what her issue is lately. I'm sure she or some other family member will read this and have their own comments, and I welcome that below (see: Comments). She's spent the past few months being as judgmental as humanly possible, perhaps in a misguided attempt to preserve my 16 year old self before I go to college. I'm not sixteen though, and I don't think she would actually ask me to regress if I asked her explicitly.
Dad has said that she's just worried because I'm going to college and she won't be around to monitor my activities anymore. I'm of the opinion, naturally, that she's in no position to monitor my activities anyway, seeing as I'm legally an adult, and I have pretty good judgment anyway.
I've made far more good decisions than bad ones. They should all trust me by now.
But, for whatever reason, she doesn't.
This is bothering me.
Back to Freud.
In the Oedipus Complex, the child in question feels that to become powerful, he must overthrow the current dictator, his father. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that this is what's going on right now. My mother thinks she should be the one calling the shots for me, and I'm going to reject that.
(I would call that an Electra Complex, but I really don't want to get penis envy involved in any of this)
Anyway, that's been my life lately.
Clara
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