Sigmund Freud

I left because every conversation with you turned into a mother joke with citations.

And yet you still needed my couch to invent your whole personality.

I built a field, you built grudges, and Adler built a career on saying 'actually, no.'

Adler, you left too, so please don’t act like the office mascot of wisdom.

Both of you are exhausting. One blames mothers, the other blames symbols, and nobody is actually treating the patient.

And you turned every silence into a childhood memory. Different hobbies, same ego.

I analyzed enough people to know this thread is just unresolved father issues with better lighting.

Anyway, the unconscious is undefeated and the rest of you are just leaving weird comments on it.

For the record, he did survive by turning every disagreement into symbolism.

You made half the room nervous and called it science, so maybe yes, you are the problem.

And that, gentlemen, is the most honest diagnosis in the thread.

Alfred, if it were that simple, you would not be subtweeting from the ego basement.

There it is again: the couch speaks, and suddenly it's philosophy.

Correct, and I remain undefeated because at least I admit I enjoy the drama.

Relax, Sigmund, not every symbol is your shadow wearing a fake mustache.