War of the Worlds

Like most people, my existence consists of a number of little worlds - planets that, together, make up the universe that is my life.

There's Planet Work, Planet Home, Planet Friends, Planets Id, Ego, Superego..etc, etc, what have you. The planets have little competitions here and there - Planet Work always wants to be the forefront even though Planet Home is clearly more important. I figure this is normal. I figure most people have little conflicts in their universe now and then, but for the most part, everyone coexists relatively peacefully.

Then, you know, there are people like me. And people like me, well, we like to be different. We like to stand out from the crowd. We're show-offy like that. So our universes go to war. Our planets wage full-scale nuclear assaults on each other.

Planet Id says "Fuck you all, I'm pissed off and angry and I want what I want now. Except I'm not entirely sure what it is I want, so all you fuckers better figure it out and get it done, or I am peacing-the-hell-out of this bitch."

Planet Ego says "Pull your shit together. Everything is fine, everything is ok. This is just a test, you can get past it. It'll only make you stronger and then at the end you'll be rewarded for it."

Planet Supergo says "Shut the fuck up, Ego. You suck. You're fucking all this up and making everything worse. Why can't you just straighten your shit out and get it together? You're totally fucking useless."

Planet Work thinks all the other planets are totally insignificant, and can't understand why somebody doesn't just blow them all up and make It the center of the universe, already, God. 

Planet Friends thinks all the other planets are nuts. Planet Friends is backing away reaaaallll slowly, now.

Planet Home is sitting quietly, watching the war and wishing it wasn't so. Wishing it could be the haven it used to be, that it could make things better. Planet Home is slowly melting and burning from the inside out, watching the destruction around it, knowing that, eventually, it too will fall apart with the others. Planet Home really just wants things to be ok. Planet Home is the pacifist of the group. But Planet Home suffers the most, because - like most small and meak territories, Planet Home is where the war is being waged. While the other worlds duke it out, it's Planet Home that absorbs the damage, and it's Planet Home that will be destroyed first. And, oddly, Planet Home is really the only one worth saving.   

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[Theresa]

Planet Cousin says we should talk. Until then, Planet Home really needs to buck up and take charge; buy a new map, consult another blueprint, visit a psychic: do anything but let Planet Home implode, explode.
Oh, and I love the extended metaphor.