Psychoanalytic Theory

WordPress now welcomes me with a “Howdy, Kelsey Hilton”.

What they obviously do not know is that this greeting comes with offense and irritation.

What I love about psychoanalytic theory is that I feel like I have the ability to apply it to whatever I please. Its complexity and abstractness makes it nearly impossible to prove wrong; but, let’s keep in mind that it is also impossible to prove right.

I must experience some reality anxiety at the thought of being stuck in Texas forever. The anxiety is so great that I employ several defense mechanisms to cope with it. Let us talk about denial for a minute. Texas is no longer a temporary address. Several years after I left for school, my parents moved from Colorado to Texas, leaving me with a permanent address ending with the zip code 76248. (I cannot even bring myself to say that my existence in Texas extends beyond Abilene) I have a Texas driver’s license now, but only because my parents moved. I refuse to believe that I am a true Texas resident, despite all of the evidence that points to the contrary. If denial does not work out for me, there is always identification with the aggressor. Even though I am a proud native of Colorado I have already developed a “Don’t mess with Texas” attitude. But that is really just a persona I still worry about getting sucked into the “West Texas Vortex”.

I really meant this post to be a critical analysis of some of my favorite literature (in particular: A Thousand Splendid Suns, A Million Little Pieces, and A Summer to Die), but I could not resist ragging on Texas. As displacement would have it: WordPress made me do it.