It's like, imagine a story where a man named Jeremy had an irrational fear of eating centipedes, so he abandons his home where he thinks all the centipedes live, and then, through a series of increasingly convoluted coincidences, he ends up eating a who bunch of centipedes. Realizing he's eaten all the centipedes, Jeremy gouges his own eyes out because he's so horrified about what he did.

Then a doctor meets a patient who has a weird issue about eating food. "Oh, you're basically like Jeremy." What? "Jeremy, the guy who wanted to eat the centipedes." ... What? "Centipedes. You want to eat centipedes, and that's causing all of your problems with food. Like Jeremy. You have a Jeremial complex, because you want to eat centipedes." ... Sorry, can I see your diploma again?

Except instead of eating centipedes, it's murdering your dad and having sex with your mom.

Meanwhile Freud, the king of assigning motives to people based on things that happen to them:

"Oh but didn't he though????"

I mean, if you read the story, once he found out what he did, even though he was innocent of any wrongdoing, he gouged out his own eyes and slew his children, abdicated the throne and became a wandering homeless bum until the day he died.

And the entire thing could have been prevented if his father hadn't been scared of the oracle and tried to twist fate and just allowed things to play out normally.

Well, on the other hand, he did **** his mum 🤷