My id has a binge mentality — food, alcohol, Netflix — the more the merrier. I could moderate, but, I can’t ever think of a good reason to, so I just end up doing it.
My super-ego, on the other hand, keeps a balanced checkbook. Has a budget. A list of alternative activities to binge eating and/or drinking — take a shower, walk my cat, learn a language. She believes that one day…maybe even tomorrow…she will convince the id and the ego to take her well-researched-reasonable-practical-rational baby steps. And she also believes she can convince the other two to take the steps over and over again into oblivion. The id and the ego think she’s a super naggy constipated bore.
She is delusional, and my id and ego want to throw their beer cans at her.
My ego…I don’t know. I never seem to be the same person from day to day.
On a related note — gin is my kryptonite. I try to lay off, because it’s hard for me to just have one, and when I have more than one, I start gin-texting. Nasty texting. Or emailing. For some reason, last night I wrote out a gin-fueled email, the first in a long time, correcting the spelling and getting the jabs just right, and then I deleted it without sending it.
That may not sound like too much of a feat to you, but believe me, it is.
One for super-ego buzz kill! Way to show up just at the right time, for once.