“Oedipus! Come in son.
Ahh… son, how are you?”
“Umm… I’m OK.
Hey Dad, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”
“Of course Son, why, you can tell me anything!”
“OK, well… I don’t know how to say this so I guess
I’ll just come out and say it.”
“Out with it indeed, fair boy!
What is it that lies in your heart,
I know that I’m supposed to want to kill you
and sleep with my mother…”
“Yes, so it is fated!”
“Right… and I know that…
but, it’s just… I’ve been having feelings you know?”
“What kinds of feelings?”
“Well, strange feelings…
I mean, y’know, I like women and all but…
I think I’d rather kill mom and…
sleep with you!”
“Yea, I mean… it just feels right.”
“My Gods boy, are you saying…
that you do not like the Oedipussy?”
“I’m sorry Dad…
I didn’t think you’d understand…”
“But Son, how could you make this decision?”
“Well, it’s not really a choice y’know?
It’s my destiny.”
“Oedipus, why I have never heard of such a thing!
It’s a tragedy!”
“I mean, this does complicate things.”
“I agree Dad. It is Complex.”
“Yes… Oedipus… it is complex.
You could say you have an Oedipus Complex.”
“Do you want to say that?”
“Do I want to say what?”
“Do you want to say that you have an Oedipus complex?”
I have an Oedipus Complex.”
“There you go!
But really… this is rather disturbing.
I mean, don’t you want to ehh… you know
“freudian slip” your tongue in and out of some nice
Greek Goddess or fair-maidens legs?”
“Well… Son, I tried.
But if that anachronistic Freud reference
won’t do the trick, then I guess nothing will.”
“I’m afraid you’re right Dad.”
“Fear not son. We shall do as you desire.
Upon your mother’s death we shall
consummate our love, for as they say
there is nothing wrong with that.
I mean, hey, this is the 5th century BC.
Times are changing.”
“That is true.”
“Though of course, some things never change.”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Right. There is a dual-nature to things,
what with some of them changing
and others not changing.”
“I see. Well, very good.
OK, Oedipus… I’m glad we had this chat.”
“Me too Dad.