Monday, April 16, 2012

When life decides for you

Like when you buy a new shirt. And you don't know it you should keep it. And it's white. And suddenly you spill coffee on it. That always happens to me.

Is it a Freudian Spill? Your (in this case mine) subconscious takes command of your limbs? Is it my Id who wants to dress in tarnished white?

"the id is the set of uncoordinated instinctual trends"

Agree.


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