Psychoanalysis v.s. Postcolonialism

It's annoying that I haven't decided yet to do research about particular literary theory. I have been thinking about the psychoanalysis. It captivates me for a while but lies extreme difficulty in its depth for innate human complexities. Freud, Lacan and June...etc. Their theories in psychoanalysis are very popular in public and in academic. Sometimes I'm afraid of the depth that fars from our way of living, what I'm trying to say is that, too difficult to be understood because of the alienation from the public in a great distance. And I'm also afraid of being far from people whom I get along with since I have been troubled by the alienation and abjection from others for my mentality. Perhaps people can hardly see the differences between others and I. Yet, the inner complexities trap me in dealing with the interaction with people. To understand and then to contemplate the difficulties might do me good. Nevertheless, how far does the possibility of outer reception go for perceiving its meaning? I really don't have a clue. I worry about it not because for my meager capability of understanding but for the great impact on the face of lacking the completeness and out of proportion.

Subsequently, the postcolonialism catches up. I found it interesting to disscuss the repressed color people and the relationship between the Occidental and the Oriental. The rumination of the repressed evokes my intention to dig the racial issues and its cultural diversities. The crucial factor putting in the paper mainly demonstrats the misconception and misunderstanding for each sides. The color issue sparked me by its variety of culture and the spirit of heteroglossia. It enriches the discourse of multiple techniques of expression, not only does the imperialist pressure the colonist, but they also are given the rumination (leading them to insert introspection or self-examination) by the colonists profoundly. But, the problem is, how can postcolonialism go further? I mean, the issue, to be extended in some certain creativity. Hard, don't you think?

Struggling with these two literary theories, I need to find a way out. Hope that I can obtain some notions owning high potential beyond others' expectation.

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