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I am confused (no, that is not my superpower). When I was a kid I was led to believe that… A) You can be whatever want when you grow up and…B) There were a lot of super heroes out there.
There are two types of super heroes…
Those that are born with superheroness (is that even word?) and those people that get superpowers later in life (usually due to some family tragedy or falling into a vat of nuclear waste).
Not opting for falling into a vat of nuclear waste (not sure where I would find one anyway), I think I am of the group that is suppose to “grow” into some sort of awe inspiring power. Helllooooo?! Is this thing on? I even have the spandex suit ready to go (don’t ask).
Well, nothing yet and I am wondering how long I am suppose to wait?
I am not complaining, but I’m not getting any younger. I need to be young enough to stay up late fighting crime, possess dashing looks to appear in photo shoots with the mayor, and the wit to come up with snappy lines for catching bad guys.
I suppose I could be some sort of hip “old” superhero – maybe protecting the front door at Wal-Mart while simultaneously working as a greeter. (I have seen those people – pretty sure that no one would ever suspect them of being superheroes).
Mmmmm, maybe I was meant to be a villain…
IF you had a superpower…what would it be?
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Fine, I suppose this is where you look for some witty insights to my mind. A "bio" of sorts. Here is the deal... I ride motorcycles, smoke cigars, golf, kayak, fly, race my car through the mountains, write (a lot), and travel extensively. I am almost old enough not to care what other people think about me...almost. ~Godfadr
Invisibility. I’d be more of a snoopy superhero. without the superhero.
Well that would make you just “snoopy” – oh, I get it…:)
Time freezing…
“There never seems to enough time to do the things I wanna do.” – Jim Croce (“Time in a Bottle”‘)