Whenever I get stressed, I get psychosomatic lice. It is such an odd thing to be terrified of, really but those of us who have been down that road never forget. I tried to get my husband to check my head at 4:00am this morning but he has learned to pace himself, and refused to wake up. I had a colleague do it at work, very professional but I had to know. "Just Dandruff" she says jauntily. Whew. All clear. Except for the underlying anxiety that drives me to think I have lice about once every 3 months.
I am reading a biography of Thomas Merton, a Catholic Trappist monk who talks about his sinful life before his conversion experience. At the top of his list was his fascination with Freud and Jung and the "false God" of psychoanalysis. He attributes getting a young woman pregnant and fleeing Oxford for America to that particular cult which ultimately lead him to Columbia which ultimately lead him to God. A circuitous route.
I worship at both the shrine of modern psychological thought and the mysterious unknown of spiritual contemplation. Which can shed light on our fears and peccadillos?
I looked up the Freudian interpretation of bugs and found that in dreams, bugs are considered symbolic of cares and anxieties. They are considered projections of our own disowned human behavior. Never was much of a Freudian so onto the Jungian interpretation of insect phobias:
To this day God is the name by which
I designate all things which cross my
willful path, violently and recklessly
All things which upset my views
plans, and intentions
And change the course of my life for
better or worse.
God has landed on my head.
Or the fear of God.
I wonder what Earwigs symbolize?