Silly Super-Ego

I think sometimes it’s very hard to imagine us taking the higher road or doing what’s right. Recently I was kicked out of my apartment by an ex-roommate and friend. She not only gave me 24 hours to leave but tried to assault me. It ended up being a horrible experience, which of course left emotional damage, but finical damage. This ex-roommate owes me a thousand dollars I will never see again, because she believes that she is the right, and that her actions were justified.

So many thoughts have gone through my head the past few months, and honestly I wish I was brave enough just to follow that ‘Id’ instinct I have, because I know for a fact that some of the things I’ve come up with that if I did them they would make me feel a million times better.



For example: I have in my possession some of her things. I know these possessions mean a lot to her. Nothing more would make me happier than to throw the stuff in a fire pit and burn them. The only reason I haven’t is because I know it’s wrong. The actually idea of giving her, her things back makes me a little sick. Why would I give back someone their things, and be as kind to her as I have been after all she has done to me? Freud would say that this is because of my Super Ego, because I have chosen to do the ‘right thing’ even if the right thing would make me feel horrible.