Thursday, September 29, 2005
My inner Animus
"Who are you again?" He was sprawled out on my bed, making me worry. He was cute, but in a familiar way--we looked enough alike that I honestly had a case of the creeps. "Did John give our apartment key to somebody else again?" I asked suspiciously.
"I'm part of you. Don't you read Jung?"
"Part of me? Is this some kind of romantic obsessive weird thing? What's this about Jung, anyway? I haven't read him in years. I'm just not into that whole Freudian circle thing, OK?"
"He got rejected by Freud--he got too much attention."
"OK--I remember that part. Now, before I call the police, who are you again?"
"I am your inner animus. Your hidden male side to your personality."
"Really? I have an inner animus? Cool! Can you teach me how to spit?"
"Yep--and you're well hung, too. In case you were wondering."
"Um...no, actually. The whole thought brings masturbation to a whole new, weird level that I just don't want to think about right now. My head hurts enough already. By the way, speaking of headaches, does this have to do with the fact I've had the stomach flu for a month in a half?"
"How bad is your fever? Sheesh, your forehead is hot, girl. You call your doctor lately?"
"It's only at 101! That's a record--it was hovering around 102 for a week and a half! And yes, he knows all about it. So why are you visiting me, inner animus? Surely you have something better to do than to brag about appendages that technically don't exist on me?"
"Well, it's about your assertiveness. You need to be more assertive if you want to save your Psych career."
"All right."
"You haven't taken over your study proposal yet, have you? You're afraid it sucks. You're afraid that you suck. You're afraid that the fact you have a few lesions in your head means that it's all over, that you'll never be capable of competing against other bright people in your field, aren't you?"
"Well--um..."
"Well, listen here, Toots. We didn't survive and deal with all that crapola so you could sit on your kiester here and GIVE UP, did we? You may have a few holes in your head, but you're still brilliant and you still have a LOT to give this world. Hell, your creativity alone has to count for something. Therefore, as your animus, I am telling you to GET OFF YOUR SORRY ASS and DO something about it."
"Okay--okay--it's just my current methodology blows chunks."
"Well, start tinkering with it, will you? Sheesh. Don't sit there and avoid things and expect your life to get better! Move it before I have to get nasty with you! To the library to look up more sources! Onward!"
"Where did that whip come from, anyway! Ouch! OK, OK, I'm GOING! By the way, there's something unsettling about the idea my inner animus has a sadistic streak!"
"Cruel to be kind, sweetie."
"That's what Marlene, my inner bad girl, said! I didn't appreciate her, either!"
"Yeah, but at least she'd share a cigarette with me. Now GET BACK TO WORK!"
I guess I'd better start hopping.
"I'm part of you. Don't you read Jung?"
"Part of me? Is this some kind of romantic obsessive weird thing? What's this about Jung, anyway? I haven't read him in years. I'm just not into that whole Freudian circle thing, OK?"
"He got rejected by Freud--he got too much attention."
"OK--I remember that part. Now, before I call the police, who are you again?"
"I am your inner animus. Your hidden male side to your personality."
"Really? I have an inner animus? Cool! Can you teach me how to spit?"
"Yep--and you're well hung, too. In case you were wondering."
"Um...no, actually. The whole thought brings masturbation to a whole new, weird level that I just don't want to think about right now. My head hurts enough already. By the way, speaking of headaches, does this have to do with the fact I've had the stomach flu for a month in a half?"
"How bad is your fever? Sheesh, your forehead is hot, girl. You call your doctor lately?"
"It's only at 101! That's a record--it was hovering around 102 for a week and a half! And yes, he knows all about it. So why are you visiting me, inner animus? Surely you have something better to do than to brag about appendages that technically don't exist on me?"
"Well, it's about your assertiveness. You need to be more assertive if you want to save your Psych career."
"All right."
"You haven't taken over your study proposal yet, have you? You're afraid it sucks. You're afraid that you suck. You're afraid that the fact you have a few lesions in your head means that it's all over, that you'll never be capable of competing against other bright people in your field, aren't you?"
"Well--um..."
"Well, listen here, Toots. We didn't survive and deal with all that crapola so you could sit on your kiester here and GIVE UP, did we? You may have a few holes in your head, but you're still brilliant and you still have a LOT to give this world. Hell, your creativity alone has to count for something. Therefore, as your animus, I am telling you to GET OFF YOUR SORRY ASS and DO something about it."
"Okay--okay--it's just my current methodology blows chunks."
"Well, start tinkering with it, will you? Sheesh. Don't sit there and avoid things and expect your life to get better! Move it before I have to get nasty with you! To the library to look up more sources! Onward!"
"Where did that whip come from, anyway! Ouch! OK, OK, I'm GOING! By the way, there's something unsettling about the idea my inner animus has a sadistic streak!"
"Cruel to be kind, sweetie."
"That's what Marlene, my inner bad girl, said! I didn't appreciate her, either!"
"Yeah, but at least she'd share a cigarette with me. Now GET BACK TO WORK!"
I guess I'd better start hopping.
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I too have dreams about my animus all the time, only he shares a definite resemblance to a celebrity who shall remain nameless (due to embarrassment on my part). Fortunately, the celebrity in question is a minor celebrity at best, so it's not as if I have to look at the guy (and be embarrassed for myself) all the time.
More to follow on my blog... no, really this time. Tomorrow.
More to follow on my blog... no, really this time. Tomorrow.
Oh, you tease! You always say you're going to leave something on your blog:)
Do you think our inner animi (correct spelling?) would be buddies?
Do you think our inner animi (correct spelling?) would be buddies?
OK, I finally updated my blog with just this information... and you know, I don't know if they would be friends! I can only assume so... *Mr. Spock voice* It would be logical, Captain...
Ah, I think they'd get along great. I loved your post about your inner animus. He seems a lot more thoughtful than mine is (then again, I needed to be reminded to "be responsible for my career" and you don't). Maybe our animus guys are trying to make sure we don't miss out on any of this business we call life!
Truthfully, though, I think my inner animus doesn't bother to manifest often because he's so involved with most of my waking decisions. Believe it or not, I was a tomboy when I was really young--I didn't get feminized until I was a bit older, and I lost so many vital parts of my identity by trying to play a part and deny aspects that make us human rather than "masculine" or "feminine".
This particular social age/culture is unique in that it encourages androgeny, which is probably much healthier and happier for all of us!
Geez, this is practically a blog entry in itself, isn't it?
Luckily, Tony's inner anima loves my animus as much as my animus digs her:)
Oh, and in regards to the captain comment--could we substitute Picard for the regular Captain? I'm not a major Star Trek fan (though I adore many people who are:) but as much as I like and enjoy the actor who plays Kirk I always identified with the captain from "The Next Generation" (Picard) more:)
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Truthfully, though, I think my inner animus doesn't bother to manifest often because he's so involved with most of my waking decisions. Believe it or not, I was a tomboy when I was really young--I didn't get feminized until I was a bit older, and I lost so many vital parts of my identity by trying to play a part and deny aspects that make us human rather than "masculine" or "feminine".
This particular social age/culture is unique in that it encourages androgeny, which is probably much healthier and happier for all of us!
Geez, this is practically a blog entry in itself, isn't it?
Luckily, Tony's inner anima loves my animus as much as my animus digs her:)
Oh, and in regards to the captain comment--could we substitute Picard for the regular Captain? I'm not a major Star Trek fan (though I adore many people who are:) but as much as I like and enjoy the actor who plays Kirk I always identified with the captain from "The Next Generation" (Picard) more:)
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