I don’t know about you, but I used to read comics. The hero’s superpowers developed after exposure to intense danger, harrowing experience, or some sort of booming explosion that should have destroyed him. But he walks calmly out of the smoke, dazed but unharmed. This stuff is absolutely garbage, but as kids, we gobbled it up and secretly hoped that our superpower would develop, too. But preferably in some less traumatic fashion.
By our mid-teen years, most of us had resigned ourselves to mundane existences. We go to super hero movies to vicariously enjoy what fate has unjustly stolen from us; x-ray vision – that we would have totally used responsibly- honest!
It’s a bald-faced lie that we would have lurked around the girls’ changing room at the pool. How dare you insinuate such a thing. Why, if I had my superhero costume on now…but that’s right, I never developed one.
Shit! Seventy eight and still waiting. Life is cruel.
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haha! This is a fun use for the word bald!
a lot of Superman’s powers were devised from real attributes. Like his frosty or hot breath from what we can do by blowing out with pursed lips.
I’d like my power to be able to regrow plants and trees.
and 78! You don’t look a day over 60.
Great post and have a great day, Lou.
Regrowing plants and trees would be a great superpower! Have a great day, Mason.
Thank you.
All the best, Lou!
Only 78? There’s still time to develop one. Go for it! 😉
Let’s see…sarcasm, ribaldry, absurdity or idiocy…I’ve got a decent start on all of those.