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This conversation just cracked me up.
    self: ...I'd give him the change, but he'd only eat it.
    ego: Stupid kid. There's no nutrition in that.
    self: Don't knock it - that's all I ate through so many years of school.
    ego: This explains a lot.
    self: I asked for food, the parents gave me lunch money. What was I supposed to do?
    ego: Buy lunch?
    self: Oh yeah, huh.
    ego: At least they didn't give you a lunch monkey.
    self: I would have killed for a lunch monkey! All the other kids had one.
    ego: Really?
    self: Sure. The cafeteria was up in a tree. If you couldn't climb, you sent your lunch monkey.
    ego: And it would get your lunch for you?
    self: Not me. I never had one.
    ego: That sucks.
    self: Yeah.
Later on, we reminisced about the TV commercials.
      teacher: Aren't you going to get your lunch?
      student: But the cafeteria's so high up!
      teacher: Tell me about it. I have to swim through the snake pit every day to get my coffee.
      student: I'm so hungry...
      teacher: Yeah, looks like you're screwed.
      (The boy's companion, a cartoon monkey, clamors for attention)
      monkey: Aren't you forgetting something?
      student: Lunch Monkey!
      (The monkey scurries up the tree, and returns with a heaping tray of goodness. He has, of course, selected a nice banana for himself.)
      student: Thank you, Lunch Monkey!
      (teacher and monkey wink conspiratorially at the camera for no apparent reason)
The subject came up one final time, as well.
    self: ...and they'd always run that commercial during my favorite shows, just to mock me.
    ego: They were trying to advertize their product. Not everything's about you, you know..
    self: Then why'd the president of the station call first every time to make sure I was watching?
    ego: That is kind of strange...
    self: To this day, that commercial haunts me. "Thank you, Lunch Monkey!"
    ego: Right.
    self: Even so, you should probably buy one for your son when he starts school.
    ego: I don't think they make them anymore.
    self: Why not?
    ego: The monkeys started throwing feces at people. PR nightmare.
    self: Great. How are kids supposed to get their food down now?
    ego: The old way, I guess.
    self: Hydrolics?
    ego: Yes.
...and there you have it.


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Dec. 17th, 2000 02:39 pm (UTC)
I'm a little slow sometimes...
It took me a pathetically long length of time to realize who "ego" was. With "self" and "ego" talking to each other, it sounds like a conversation inside of your mind...

Kurt Onstad
Dec. 17th, 2000 08:34 pm (UTC)
You say that like it's a bad thing.
I mean, who's to say it wasn't exactly as you described?
(It's close enough, anyway. Figure #3 for the id, and you've got yourself a working metaphor...)

I don't know. Does it really change anything if there were two people on this wavelength instead of one?

Hmmm.. I guess that doesn't have to be a rhetorical question. Let's check out the details and see what's different!
    One of my inner voices is raising a small child. That's probably unusual enough in itself, but when you look deeper and realize that my inner child is in ego's custody, it's time to call in a specialist.
Yeah, you're right. Too much Freud. I'm just glad nobody picked up on the "selecting a nice banana" part.
Dec. 17th, 2000 09:04 pm (UTC)
Re: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Self pointed out:
(It's close enough, anyway. Figure #3 for the id, and you've got yourself a working metaphor...)

Would #3 be who I think he is, or who I think she is? I think it's probably the he, but the she would have been more likely to have been in the room at the time...

Kurt Onstad
Not mentioning names...
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