Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I have the power of...crap...I have no clue!
While taking a break from work, I found myself pondering the age old question—which super hero power would you want and why.
I have no clue why that question popped into my head. In fact I was originally feeling sorry for the sad state of affairs that is my love live and listening to sappy music on the ipod. Not really what you would call the moment for super hero thoughts, but as always, I am pretty random, so I guess I really should not question the order that my brain works in.
Back to the question.
Would I like to fly?
Read peoples minds?
Walk through walls?
Made of steel?
Be able to grow sharp mettle claws and awesome sideburns?
I really don’t know. Maybe that is why I stopped what I was doing and gave is some thought.
First off—no way in hell I want to read the thoughts of others. If it is anything like Suki on True Blood, that would just suck. And honestly, I just don’t think that would be all that interesting. I would be hearing crap all day like “Shit, did I turn the oven off?” “Do I really look that big in these pants?” “Oh look- I really can flick a bugger and hit the girl over there in the head!”
See…just things that I just do not need to hear. So I went on to thinking about the other items on the list. Lets also mark off being Wolverine. I am a girl. We do not want any extra hair thankyouverymuch! I guess that flying would be cool….but what about when you get to where you are going? Do you pre send your bags? I don’t go too crazy when I pack, but a girl has gotta have a few things! Be invisible-hmmmm that one is almost ok, but I don’t think that I like it all that much. That one just seems like it could backfire. Do I really want to know what people are saying about me when I am in the room? Do you really want to see a superhero cry? Cuz I am sure that I would and who likes a wet cape?
After all of this thought, I am right where I started and I really don’t know. I will have to ponder this some more…maybe while having a drink and wearing my cape…