Freud and Friends.....

Since my better half is hell-bent on not letting me sleep--unfortunately, not for fun reasons--I'm up again already, until he's had his fill of whatever the hell it is he's listening to downstairs. Actually, he's not only listening. Richter scales on the San Andreas are lighting up. Usually it's something like Pink Floyd or Jethro Tull, making the neighbors think he's on drugs. Tonight it's a newly discovered band a decidedly younger co-worker introduced to him....a band called Type O Negative, real-life vampires, he tells me.....and from the sounds of it, the neighbors NOW think he's on drugs AND has erected an altar to Satan in the basement, and is in the midst of Black Mass. So, not only am I expecting the police to show up.....but there might even be a Jesuit priest knocking at the door soon. I think I'm going to re-name him 'Regan', and I keep bracing myself to see him turn his head all the way around spewing pea soup.

Then there was the late-night text message from one of my friends....not the first I've received from her; but not for the first time since Friday night, I've found myself thinking about the three people who I am closest to--and Sigmund Freud.

I really am going somewhere with this. According to Freud, there are three distinct parts to one's personality: the id, the ego and the superego. (Admittedly, Freud had too many issues, too much time on his hands, and too much cocaine up his nose.) But I think I'm onto something here.

The Id, aka the pleasure principle. In my life, AKA Kelly. Kelly is the one who keeps me in touch with what Freud would call my primal instincts, even if she can't provoke me into giving in to them. (Lead me not into temptation; I can find it all by myself.)

The Ego, aka the reality principle. In my life, AKA Michelle. The one who has the ability to cut through the bullshit and tell it like it is.

The Super-Ego, aka the perfection principle. In my life--Rebecca by a long shot. Rebecca is the angel who sits on my shoulder; and how someone as fundamentally good as she is got mixed up with the fundamental turd I am is beyond me (actually, it's the Eighth Wonder of the World.) As is most relationships, I suppose that even in friendship--opposites attract. I wonder at it, but try not to question it too much--just realize that God really DOES love me--she is living proof.

Wait a minute........**listening**.......I don't hear the yawns of Hell beneath me anymore. The Exorcist must have arrived......