They said the subconscious holds one's inner most desire.
Their true self.
Nobody can let their true feelings out because their subconscious is filtered by their conscious mind.
Now that I'm lost, let's try to remove that filter,
if only for a while,
and let the subconscious speak.
I said to my subconscious "Let's talk" and there he said "Alright" while bouncing out of joy with a smile stretch from ear to ear.
Nechros, I called him. A name given from another friend of mine.
He is my ID. I made him to represent my subconscious desire. Without name, it's easy to forget him. But now with name, he could go as far as materializing himself in front of me and speak oh so boastfully with no care whatsoever.
"Stop being such a lunatic" another voice said.
And there's Randall, my super-ego. The strongest voice of my reason. The pessimistic and realist side of mine.
They quarrelled a lot, but that's just how I made them. Because without their constant bickering I couldn't find myself. I would end up drifting to the void. Like I had always been.
Whenever I'm lost I talk to them, or more like mediating their arguments. It's fun sometimes, and not fun at times. Just like everything there are; nothing is always 'nice'.
So now why am I writing this?
Soon enough I have abandon this self-speak; I can hear the voice of my family calling me downstair, dragging me out of my personal quality time with myself.
....
Well, remind me not to delete this post.
The very words written without any filter from my unconscious mind.
Maybe I'll continue this later. Besides, this is only the first trial. I know the twisted yet wonderful realm of mind holds a lot of mysteries.
For now, I'll let Nechros and Randall sleep.
Till then...
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