SUPER-EGO vs. ID!

Both Super-ego and Id enter the ring. (Can you just imagine the outfits?)

Ego, the executive of the personality has now stepped in.

"I want a good clean fight, no hitting below the belt, and no unearthing of long hidden dark memories from the subconscious or questions about your mother."

DING DING

Id strikes first, impulsively with a blow to right cheek. Super-ego is confused but quickly strikes back with deadly morality.

"Do not... you hit me! Hitting is wrong!" screams Super ego.

Id is now dazed with guilt, he looks shaken. Super-ego sees a window of opportunity and strikes again.

"Furthermore, hitting is really really really wrong! I hope you feel extremely guilty about this!"

Ladies and germs, Id is about to go down, but wait … Id lunges! Id instinctually takes a bite out of Super-ego!

Id looks immediately gratified. Super-ego is down! "That was not... uh ... right ..."

The referee counts: "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10!"

Looks like Id has won. Let's see what the judges say.

Carl Jung says everyone wins because personality comes from the collective unconscious.

William Sheldon has stormed out. He claims he was here to judge the Endomorph - Mesomorph match, which was canceled. He also claims that Super ego and Id are meaningless.

Manslow claims Super-ego! Is he blind?

Adler also says Super-ego. Evidently inferiority largely influences personality. *AHEM!* What is going on here?

Carl Rodgers says Id - positive regard develops personality.

WAIT! What's this? Contradicting theories?

Adler and Rodgers are now screaming at each other. They are exchanging blows! Id instinctually jumps in and is beating them both senseless.

What a sad day this is for psychology. Freud is turning over in his grave.

In Lyra's world, a person's soul lives on the outside of their body, in the form of a daemon - an animal spirit that accompanies them through life. A child's daemon can change shape, assuming all the forms that a child's potential inspires; but as a person ages, their daemon gradually settles into one form, according to the their character and nature.

The questions for this were interesting. My answers matched me with Andreas, the Jackal Daemon. Andreas is a male Daemon as humans and daemon pairs are typically the opposite sex. Accordingly, I am competitive, modest, spontaneous, proud and flexible.

A limerick by Edward H. Green

The first law of Newton I sing
My voice has a relevant ring:
"An object left free
Of hassles will be
Engrossed in just doing its thing."

She was in many of the Conan books. A pirate queen whose true origins are unknown, but believed by many to be a deposed shemite princess. She became the leader of a crew of black Kushite corsairs and her ship, the Tigress, was feared throughout the black coast as far north as Argos and as far south as Kush. She was Conan's first great love, a fitting mate for the Cimmerian. Sadly, she was killed by black magic in an abandoned city north of Stygia.

"Bêlit sprang before the blacks, beating down their spears. She turned toward Conan, her bosom heaving, her eyes flashing. Fierce fingers of wonder caught at his heart. She was slender, yet formed like a goddess: at once lithe and voluptuous. Her only garment was a broad silken girdle. her white ivory limbs and ivory globes of her breasts drove a beat of fierce passion through the Cimmerian's pulse, even in the panting fury of battle. Her rich black hair, black as a Stygian night, fell in rippling burnished clusters down her supple back. Her dark eyes burned on the Cimmerian. She was untamed as a desert wind, supple and dangerous as a she-panther."
"Queen of the Black Coast" by Robert E. Howard, 1934

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When Xena is told about the arrival of two refugess from the jungle, she sends for Arthur, Giacomo and JJ. "It seems two people are here looking for you. I have some important business aboard The Tigress and will be gone a fortnight at least. You are welcome to stay here until I return or go about your business. I'd keep out of Sasha's way, if I were you. Good luck!" And with that, Xena turned away from the refugees and conferred some instructions to the captain of her guard. ********OOC I'm sorry, but I will be away for a while. Just write around me.

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