Alas, Earwax!

As I mull over my characters and story, I can't help but psychoanalyze myself as ideas pour out of my brain and onto paper. Am I only making my story like this because of some trauma in my childhood? I think to myself. Am I trying to resolve my own subconscious dilemma? Well... DUH! my thirteen year old self would say to old lady me (I thought people in their mid thirties were old back then). Of course I'm trying to resolve some subconscious dilemma. That's a given. I guess the real surprise is the nature of the dilemma itself. It shouldn't be a surprise, but it is.

We like to think that our minds have a higher thought process and toil over deeper questions of sociopolitical meaning important to human existence (and maybe yours does), but for me.... Alas, earwax.

Earwax, indeed. The point is, as lofty as we hope our subconscious rumination is... as much as we would love to be riddling out the solution to world hunger or global intolerance, at the heart of it, our subconscious is just as…