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.
Roe Knows Best 