On that train last night, Laura and I spent some time discussing whether I’m “a neurotic, a pervert, or a psychotic.”
I’m sorry to say this wasn’t idle flirting. Laura is an expert in Lacanian analysis and those are the three personality types Lacan describes. She sees herself as a neurotic and believes that I’m one too.
She’s probably right but I try to convince her I’m a pervert anyway, since this is surely the best of those three things.
“You used to collect stamps,” she says.
“But for pleasure,” I say, “for pleasure.”
It’s the latest instalment, I fear, in trying to convince the world (and myself) that I’m more Muskrat than Hemulen. (These are the Jansson personality types I’m into.)