Freud had a maternal relationship with his ideas. He made them little dresses with scraps and lulled them in his arms, just as a girl would do with her dolls. It was something moving to see. When they grew up, he used to take them out for a walk in the Prater Park every afternoon. The smallest one, the Libido, was carried in a stroller, but the others scampered around freely. However, he never let them get too far away. They were forbidden to play with other ideas, even if they were from the same neighborhood. Freud had towards his ideas an overprotective attitude that some would define rather as paranoid. Just as, in Nature, mothers defend their puppies tooth and nail of any real or imaginary danger that can threaten them, Freud, when some of his ideas was involved in a brawl with some other’s idea, not only rushed to separate them, but lunged at the other idea’s parent to pull his hair. Freud’s ideas were not exactly choirboys. Especially the Id, the Ego and the Super-Ego, they were imps who always got into trouble as soon as they left home. The Super-Ego, in particular, taking advantage of his corpulence, abused the ideas of the neighbors. However, for Freud it was always the fault of the others’ ideas. His were never to blame for anything. When Stekel scolded the Ego for having broken his idea’s glasses with a slap in the face, Freud stood up for his idea arguing that he had slapped Stekel’s idea by accident. Stekel did not want to quarrel and bought other glasses for his idea. But Adler had another temperament. One afternoon, while his ideas were playing marbles beside the Prater pond, Freud appeared walking his ideas, and the three older ones seized several marbles and ran. Adler’s ideas cried and were to tell what had happened to their parent, who faced Freud and demanded that his ideas apologise and return the marbles. But Freud replied that they had found the marbles on the ground. Immediately they both got into a fight: they pull each other’s hair and roll around until their dresses got ripped to shreds and the two ended up in the pond. The fight was witnessed by many other parents from the neighborhood, some of whom took sides with Freud and others with Adler. Finally, the fight ended in a draw. Both parents came dripping from the pond with tangled hairs and torn dresses. Each one took his ideas and went his own way, and they never spoke to each other again although before the incident they had been good friends. But their ideas distanced them forever. The other parents tried to mediate, but although Adler agreed to the reconciliation, Freud did not even want to hear about it. Adler ended up moving to another neighborhood with his offspring while Freud’s ideas, being supported by himself, became emboldened and tough guys who did not allow anyone to be contrary. That made Freud lose many friendships in the neighborhood, but he didn’t care much. His ideas came first.

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