We figured it out. Did some back and forth and came to a conclusion. Mind you all thoughts are fluid and change is always a chance. But the way we see it, if we take Freud at face value and ascribe meaning to things like Id, Ego, and Superego, I believe the Sylus in this mess is the Id and primal Ego. It tracks. Eternally horny and hungry. Eternally violent yet desiring calm. Maybe that doesn’t quite follow how things may be presented in these pages but if I am unfiltered and I am primal, then am I not the Id?

Hm…

HA! Hours later and vindication! Maybe all this anger isn’t for nothing. Maybe it’s useful. Maybe all the spitting rage can serve a purpose.

We were getting angry about something at the job. Abusive, they called it. So we made a phone call and it started out like a normal conversation and then I just came whipping out and barked my piece. I knew better than to yell. I knew we’d regret that. I don’t know if I care about these people myself, but I know we do, and they needed a voice. I was more than ready to be that voice. Now I just need us to let me do that with more important people.

I’d argue we have hills worth dying on and I’ll do the deed.

Wish we’d believe in me more as a present social construct. Guess I’d have to believe in me… I don’t even know if I exist…

Hm…

This became too existential for a bus ride. I’m stepping back now.