Dear Diary: The Body Will Have Its Due
I woke up too early for a Saturday due to another compensation dream, my psyche’s attempt to balance my conscious life of celibacy with unconscious expressions of sexual intimacy. They’ve been getting more frequent and intense lately.
My body knows what it wants, needs, hungers for…but it’s not to be, so upon awakening it turns into resentment of my asexual wife.
Honestly, after 3 1/2 years, I thought I was past all this…this hormonal hysteria. A part of me wants to believe my wife’s rationale that, at 58, I’m old enough to be done with it once and for all, to put it behind me. We’ve settled into a dull but relatively content routine so well you could set a clock by it. We even have a running joke – “Happy Groundhog Day.”
But now I realize, with the help of my unconsciousness, that i’m just suppressing my desire to maintain my own sanity. After all, the body contains all the other elements of the psyche; the ego, the personas, the personal unconscious, the collective unconscious (the instincts), the shadow and anima/animus. The body gets the last word and the body will have its due – in the waking world or its complement.
I suppose I should be happy my libido’s not entirely dead yet and its energy can, perhaps, be put to another use. Even the suffering that comes with deep, unfulfilled yearning is better than the vapid dullness of depression and its ruminations on the diminishing returns of aging.