Bruh. Broski. Bro. Brouhaha. Brokowski.
What it is, man?
Duuude. Dude. Dūd. You feel?
Oh yeah. Fersure, male. Fersure.
The id in a nutshell.
So yes, today we have a special guest - the id. What is the id?
Well, you all know that already.
But, there are questions that we still have to address.
How much should I indulge the id? How much should I ignore it? How much should I try to grasp at it? Is there a way I can address my id once and for all and never have to worry or think about it ever again?
I realize now how blinded I was by the id, having had a short fling with my own id and realizing that this was really not the way to go. I was trying to compensate for something I could never ever hope to embody due to the nature of my psyche. And I was repressing where my real strengths lay - my dominant and auxiliary functions. It was an existence of complete and utter compromise: wasting my time doing what I would never be good at, and not devoting this time to what I was good at. And I hate compromise.
So yes, I threw away philosophy for sports, longboarding, and electric guitar. And in return I got crutches. Pretty sweet deal, right?
Wrong. After delving deep down into the nethers of my id, I realized that there was, quite plainly and simply, nothing to it. It does not utterly transfix me as it once did. When I encounter people who have my id as their type, I do not crumble into a fit of jealousy. Let them be good at what they’re good at. And I’ll just continue doing what I’m good at.
An extremely helpful realization was the fact that everyone has an id, no exception. So while I may feel huge deficits in certain areas, every other type feels these deficits in other areas. And hey, there is a type that feels a huge deficit in the areas that are my natural strengths. We never really do appreciate what we have.
Now, I’m back on my highland, where I can see everything clearly and calmly. And down below I can see my id, like an old friend. I’m wondering if I should try to bring this old friend up to the top of the mountain where I am, so we can remember the memories we had together and maybe even do more things together. He can provide perspective on the parts of my psyche that I used to completely ignore. Maybe he can provide a coloration for my future adventures. But this old friend will never be in the pilot’s seat again - I’m flying the plane from now on.
While we’re on the topic, what about the converse (and not the Vans) - dealing with people who have your type as their id? If the id represents what a given type can never hope to embody, then this does not bode well for cross-id interactions. It implies that whichever type has your type as their id will never be able to understand you. Yet they feel like they can, and will continuously try to seek out your company to compensate for what they don’t have. Doesn’t sound very pleasing, does it?
Questions, questions, questions. Answers only lead to more questions.
And that’s a beautiful thing.