In-Fighting.

Somebody reminded me tonight that my Id and my Super Ego occasionally find themselves in violent opposition. The Id nearly always wins because he fights with fire and the Super Ego is usually powerless to resist the flame.

And then, when the Id has beaten the Super Ego to a pulp and had his way, he goes into grovelling Golum mode and begs forgiveness of his more illustrious older brother.

But the Super Ego, while generally being an understanding and forgiving sort of chap, finds it almost impossible to extend such fine qualities to his familial underling. Misery ensues until the dust settles and a proper sense of hierarchy is restored. Until the next time.