The book read “How to become a superhero in 30 days.”
Hmmm, I thought, what an interesting title. Then my brain digested this. If everyone can pick up this book, then the whole world would be filled with superheroes. And I thought superheroes were supposed to be special and powerful and fearless.
Evidently, this book is an infomercial on paper, just like those exercise machines that say if you do it ten minutes a day, you will look like an unwrinkled nonstretched-skin bodybuilding supermodel, housing a set of perfect pearly whites. Yup, that is definitely bound to happen and the power of positive thinking or some heavy-duty drugs can aid that state of illusion. You will be impatiently waiting for the day when you glance at the mirror and see the perfect you! Because, believe me, without drugs or some sort of hard liquor, that ain’t happening.
As I stroll around the bookstore with my Spanx on, which by the way are probably one of the best inventions of this past decade, as they suck everything in, creating that ideal trompe l’oeil of a flawless body shape, the closest to mimicking the superhero body you will ever come close to, I wonder at the most elemental truth. Aren’t we in essence all superheroes? We have overcome obstacles we never thought we would be capable of. Some of us have had different degrees of trauma in our lives, from child abuse to which outfit to wear to a business dinner. I’m not poking fun. I know there is a range of traumas and people experience things differently. But, getting back on track, literally, from exiting clinical depression to being able to live with a physical impairment to have been wounded in war or being homeless, people continue on their paths, wherever those may lead, and we still persevere. Everyone has their gifts, their talents, the things they excel. I think that is a form of super-heroism, don’t you?
