This is going to be somewhat shorter and less interesting than the norm (oh my, such bad news so early on? I can’t handle it!), mostly because I’m busy, and thoughtless. Well, not thoughtless, but very much more at peace with myself. Today I’m going to discuss sublimation, and in the next paragraph I’m going to combine a couple of definitions to paint a pretty little picture about it.
Freud discusses "sublimation" as a process of redirecting psychical energy from ego-desire (i.e. sexual gratification) to the satisfaction of cultural aims (i.e. work, art, politics). A Catholic priest’s passionate sermon, for instance, is a sublimation of his suppressed sexual desire.
Having read some Freud recently (Civilization and its Discontents), as well as some Foucault (History of Sexuality, Vol. 1), I’m beginning to see my medieval desires as something that really isn’t all that abnormal, but really just a defence mechanism; as it so happens mine requires swordplay and archery. Also, eating without utensils. Or maybe just a big knife.
I can’t imagine feeling better about this whole thing. Here I was, wondering why I always felt the need to parry with inanimate objects, and now I can, because I’m just redirecting some good old sexual desire like everyone else, but with cooler aims than model cars or gardening.
I do feel better, reader, and thank you for asking.
Freud discusses "sublimation" as a process of redirecting psychical energy from ego-desire (i.e. sexual gratification) to the satisfaction of cultural aims (i.e. work, art, politics). A Catholic priest’s passionate sermon, for instance, is a sublimation of his suppressed sexual desire.
Having read some Freud recently (Civilization and its Discontents), as well as some Foucault (History of Sexuality, Vol. 1), I’m beginning to see my medieval desires as something that really isn’t all that abnormal, but really just a defence mechanism; as it so happens mine requires swordplay and archery. Also, eating without utensils. Or maybe just a big knife.
I can’t imagine feeling better about this whole thing. Here I was, wondering why I always felt the need to parry with inanimate objects, and now I can, because I’m just redirecting some good old sexual desire like everyone else, but with cooler aims than model cars or gardening.
I do feel better, reader, and thank you for asking.
DFTBA
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