I’m in a playful mood because tomorrow we leave for four days of camping in Shasta. Four days isn’t nearly long enough, but it’s what we could manage this year… and it’s way more than zero days, which is what I thought we were going to get, so I’m happy.
And in the mood for shenanigans.
Last weekend my husband and I were sitting out on the patio at a friend’s house. We’d just eaten dinner and it was beautiful out – clear, just cool enough to put on a sweater, the air musical with chirping crickets and croaking frogs. I remember noticing the beauty and being grateful for having noticed it, and that’s when our friend Gary said, “I sometimes think about unimpressive superpowers.”
(I adore my friends.)
“For instance,” he said, “what if you had the superpower to make people moist? Or what if you could mimic someone exactly, only you were able to do it a split second before them, like a reverse echo. You’d drive people crazy.”
(Did I mention we were drinking wine?)
Of course, I’ve been thinking about it ever since, how awful it would be if you were, in fact, “super,” but you’d gotten the seriously short end of the superpower stick. Like what if your super power was that you were totally immune to poisonous mushrooms? I mean, that’s cool, I guess, but it’s certainly not invisibility or superhuman strength. What if you could talk to animals, but the only animals that understood you were flies… and chickens? What if, instead of reading people’s minds, you could only read their spleens, or instead of being able to fly you were able to dig sizable holes in the ground really, really fast with your bare hands? What if your superpower was being able to shatter glass with your laugh, or jump into your shoes without untying them, or remember exactly what everyone was wearing the last time you saw them?
They’re all better than no superpowers, but wouldn’t you feel slighted somehow?
Apparently, I like to think about unimpressive superpowers too. In fact, it’s quite possible that dreaming up unimpressive superpowers is my own unimpressive superpower.
Wanna play? I would love you all to leave some unimpressive superpowers in the comment thread of this post. That would be so great to come home to (and I can join in the shenanigans up until we leave). When we get back, I’ll pick one to doodle and send it (with love!) to whoever thought of it.
C’mon. Don’t be shy. It’ll be fun.