These three elements of Me, from birth to ultimate death, generally get along OK; but not always. Instances of conflict seem to become more frequent as one ages and it is likely that tendency which has caused me to give them more thought.
For example, when I was a younger, the Mb would much more frequently be able to carry out Mc’s wishes. If Jane tells me today to better fasten the hinges on the under-the-sink cabinet doors it may take me a week to remember it and overcome my reluctance to start. Then, when I finally do so, suffer agonies squatting to reach them and (1) struggle to get the screw driver into the screw slots, (2) drop the screw driver three times, (3) lose my balance and fall back into a sitting position from which I cannot reach the hinges and (4) when done, have to use grunting poor energy to haul myself up using the sink as the necessary something to hang onto and announce proudly that the job is tone without admitting I only got the top hinge refastened and hope that will suffice.
This is bad enough and something we oldsters all gripe about to each other but the more disturbing disconnect is between Mc and Mu. My sub-conscious thinks of things that don’t agree with my conscious and causes trouble with Mb –for example:
I am sitting at my computer writing a new entry for this blog. In that mode my conscious mind is heavily at work working at trying to find something interesting to write about. My wife passes in back of me and says, “Don’t forget to take the hamburgers out of the freezer so they can thaw out before I make dinner.” I answer, “Yes, I won’t forget.” At this point my subconscious “Id”, or whatever it is, decides, “Hell, don’t bother with it, you’ve got more important things to do”, and I, of course, immediate forget about it.
In the first instance, the mind is willing but the body can’t cope but, in the second, the mind sneakily decides not to be willing leaving the Mb and the Mc to suffer the consequences. Don’t let anyone tell you that getting old is easy.