After an upbringing in which I was taught that self-esteem is a four-letter, unhyphenated word, I now spend my time screwing my life up. I ruin every good thing I have by immediately expecting it to implode, and when it doesn't happen I get bored waiting and do it myself. Case in point, I have just snatched defeat from the jaws of victory and smashed up a relationship with a girl I think is really special. To cap it all, I then went out and got off with someone I like a lot, but don't fancy. So I seem to have achieved the hat-trick and fouled up 3 lives in 48 hours. Can you recommend anything other than suicide to end this madness?
― , Sunday, 23 March 2003 23:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― , Tuesday, 25 March 2003 17:17 (twenty-two years ago)
Your animus manifests in the destruction of your adult relationships as you unconciously transfer your failed-Oedipal relationship onto your sexual partner. The anger you feel toward your mother manifests itself onto your partner as she starts to assume a caregiving role during the maturation of your relationship.
The one-night-stand is a result of your unconscious desire to escape your mother— by stating that you do not fancy her, you tell me that you will not put her into the role of being your mother. She is not in danger of becoming your mother, therefore she becomes ‘safe’ in your unconscious to have sex with you.
As for a recommendation on the proper course of action to stop your self-destructive behaviour, I believe that a series of one-night-stands with willing elderly women who can bake you cookies in the morning should solve your Oedipal dilema.
Now go on and be a good boy— you know, Doctor’s orders and all...
― Sigmund Freud (SiggyBaby), Wednesday, 26 March 2003 19:50 (twenty-two years ago)
Anyway, my partner never assumed the caregiver role, she was as cold as ice.
― , Wednesday, 26 March 2003 20:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sigmund Freud (SiggyBaby), Wednesday, 26 March 2003 20:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― , Wednesday, 26 March 2003 23:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― , Thursday, 27 March 2003 01:42 (twenty-two years ago)
And while your conscious view of her might not have descended, do not discount your unconscious. It is your unconscious that is leading you on your self-destructive path.
Now, I have a question— define “special.” Specifically, what about her made her special to you?
― Sigmund Freud (SiggyBaby), Thursday, 27 March 2003 14:07 (twenty-two years ago)
― , Thursday, 27 March 2003 14:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sigmund Freud (SiggyBaby), Thursday, 27 March 2003 18:44 (twenty-two years ago)
No, seriously :{ She never spoke about feelings, never showed any affection really, seemed uncomfortable if I did, and seemed into playing games (such as "I won't contact you until you contact me lalala). I realise that isn't very clear, I can't really think about it in an organised way at the moment.
― , Thursday, 27 March 2003 19:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Badger (Badger), Saturday, 14 August 2004 00:36 (twenty years ago)