A long time back —
not as long back when science was still magic
and myth was religion —
two men with fucked up heads
decided to fuck with the heads of as many as they could.
Because that’s the thing about “fucked up,” isn’t it?
The more you are,
the funnier it gets to watch people crumble to it.
Years later, we call them
the father and the stepfather of human psychology as we know it.
Freud, the father.
Adler, the stepfather.
And while the father has been fondly remembered
decades after he’s nothing but bone and dust —
the stepfather has been conveniently forgotten into oblivion.
Stepfathers never matter half as much as fathers do.
Unless of course, in porn.
It takes sexual fetishes of borrowed incest
to make stepfathers relevant, doesn’t it?
Even if the father is an utter piece of shit
and the stepfather,
an embodiment of consistent resilience.
Because the father birthed life
from his two minutes of sweat and semen —
so what, if the stepfather chose to deal with the consequences
the father’s balls didn’t have the courage to.
Freud was what you get
when you let perversion and debauchery
fuck lack of accountability
in a heated threesome.
So he simplified the nuances of trauma,
bottled them as mommy and daddy issues,
and sold the idea of sex-as-refuge
to people too dumb to understand
the actual mechanics of human functioning.
His concepts had nothing to do with responsibility.
Nothing to do with owning up.
They were all in the past.
No present. No future.
Because he knew —
once you teach people to dwell in the past long enough,
they get too comfortably blind
to see the need to own their present or their future.
Adler wasn’t a people pleaser, you see.
He believed in objectivity.
In a world so soft
it could cut itself on a butter knife —
that is never a good sign, is it?
Adler told, while no one listened,
that your past is as important
as your present and your future.
And that your past, although can’t be erased,
can sure be written into a present
and a future rather contrasting.
And that’s the beauty of accountability.
It hurts
because it’s never comfortable.
But then —
no one’s evolved
without breaking a bone or two.
And guess why Freud is the father,
when every rational cell in your body
tells you it should be Adler?
Because in a world
where biology is considered a convenience,
and technology is abused
to eradicate the relevance of human existence —
Because in a world
where myth is religion,
and history is possibility with a deniability clause —
A long time back is now.
And accountability?
Just bad aesthetic
for hallucinated existences
who believe orgasming to self-love is evolution.
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