My inner life
(Scene: a simple stage. Spotlight on three dubious characters.)
Id: I want to blog!Shrinkette wishes to inform you all that she loves to blog, and that she misses it very much. When things are tidied up a bit, she intends to return. Thank you.
Superego: Quiet. We're busy now.
Id: I don't care. I like blogging.
Ego: How can we blog now? Taxes...unfinished charts...what's this "alternative minimum tax," anyway?
Superego: Right, just blog about how we can't get anything done, because we're blogging. Brilliant.
Giraffe: Will you three pipe down?
All: What are you doing here?
Id: It's my giraffe. I like giraffes.
Superego: I told you what would happen if you let Id run things.
Ego (grabs giraffe, leading it away): Excuse us, please. We're having...a bit of a conflict here.
Giraffe (resisting, testily): That's obvious. Why aren't you blogging? I check in every day.
Superego (to Ego): Really now. Those charts...overdue! How do you feel about them? And have you found Schedule D yet?
Ego: Schedule D...charts...
Superego (to Id): And you! You want it all! You want to blog, sing, draw, paint, travel...bring giraffes around...and go to the gym every day!
Id: The gym was your idea. Listen, I can't stand this.
Giraffe: At least tell your readers that you aren't dead. They're starting to wonder.
Ego: Not dead...tell the readers...
Id (to Superego): Don't you feel guilty, leaving the blog alone, leaving your readers like this?