Descartes sipping lemonade in sunglasses on a beach laughing to himself. He has long brown locks that curl at the bottom – about shoulder-length. Cogito Ergo Sum – I Think Therefore I Am. In my teenage troubadour years, I once wrote a song entitled, “Cogito Ego Sum”. I think it was about me commenting on the all too selfish nature of a boy I had a crush on. The lyrics are upstairs in my room somewhere. I can’t remember off the top of my head how it goes, but the lyrics are in this great big red binder where I keep nearly everything I’ve written, especially the bad stuff. It reminds me of how far I’ve come and how much songwriting has been such a huge part of my life since I was teenager (and honestly, even before that). If I saw the lyrics I would remember how the song goes. It’s almost on the tip of my tongue.
Ego, superego, and id. I remember reading about these elements of Freud, possibly in a time management book I read when I was younger – definitely way too young to be reading about Freud. But I never forgot these elements. Frasier Crane. The 90s were a wild time to be alive. Berry Blast fruit punch. Capri Sun’s as religion. Descartes in sunglasses again. His legs are hairy and he is burrowing his feet in the sand.
