With all this talk of Freud in the past week I had begun to notice little things that reflected our readings. What surprised me the most was what happened to me a few days ago, in fact, it was so Freudian I couldn't wait to blog about it. I was sitting in a nice restaurant, on a date (yes, college kids do go on dates) with this guy that I really like. We were talking about this and that and then settled upon the topic of TV shows. I was telling him about which shows I like, which shows I don't like, and which shows I secretly watch even though I know they are ridiculous, when he smirked and said, "You are just like my sister." I froze. This, this was Freud, right there, right in front of me. I knew in advance that this guy who I was at dinner with has a twin sister. In fact, they are both in each others profile pictures on facebook (A little odd, in my opinion). I had always had it in my mind that men look for women that remind them of their mothers, but in this case, it was his sister that he was trying to replicate. I got very weirded out for a few minutes because my mind started racing about all of the weird Freudian things like sucking your thumb and I had soon zoned out of the conversation completely.
So I began to think to myself: Does he like me for me? Or does he like me simply because I remind him of his sister? Freud had crawled up into my mind and laid his darn psychoanalysis eggs in my brain, and it now seemed impossible to get the idea out of my head. I tried to think about all of the similarities between his sister and I, and even though there were alot of them, there were also just as many differences. While it may be true that in ways I remind him of his sister, in other ways he reminds me of my dad. (Yes, I know that's weird, I don't even like to think about it, Freud is just freaking me out at this point). My dad has always had a beard, and when I first started dating this guy he had a similar beard. He also is a traditional gentleman, the kind that stands up when women sit down, etc, which my dad always did. So I guess I can't criticism him for falling into Freud's trap, because I apparently have too. But is that so bad? I mean, I'm happy right now, and that's all that matters. I just don't like to think about it too much...or else I get weirded out. I think it's time to move on from Freud.
-Elle
So I began to think to myself: Does he like me for me? Or does he like me simply because I remind him of his sister? Freud had crawled up into my mind and laid his darn psychoanalysis eggs in my brain, and it now seemed impossible to get the idea out of my head. I tried to think about all of the similarities between his sister and I, and even though there were alot of them, there were also just as many differences. While it may be true that in ways I remind him of his sister, in other ways he reminds me of my dad. (Yes, I know that's weird, I don't even like to think about it, Freud is just freaking me out at this point). My dad has always had a beard, and when I first started dating this guy he had a similar beard. He also is a traditional gentleman, the kind that stands up when women sit down, etc, which my dad always did. So I guess I can't criticism him for falling into Freud's trap, because I apparently have too. But is that so bad? I mean, I'm happy right now, and that's all that matters. I just don't like to think about it too much...or else I get weirded out. I think it's time to move on from Freud.
-Elle
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