Food blogger by day, ninja superhero by night! That’s my new adopted motto. Or at least it would be, if I was, you know, famous enough to have a motto.
Right now my motto is “get through these next 24 hours and I’ll give you [you being myself] a cookie.”
Pretty sweet (ha ha yes I’m sufficiently hallucinatory to find that funny) deal, right?
Speaking of alter-egos and frosted goodness, though, every good superhero has an alter-ego. Nobody in their right mind is just a superhero. They’re usually your plain average Joe or Jane, only endowed with extraterrestrial or gadget-inspired awesomeness that’s a smidgen above the rest.
Batman had Bruce Wayne. Spiderman had Peter Parker. Sailor Moon had Serena/Usagi, although how anyone ever fell for that is beyond me. Alter-egos abound in the superhero world, and it’s only a matter of excruciating amounts of suspended disbelief that keeps that balance safe.
But what about the rest of us? I mean, how many times do we come home ready to face-to-bed from work, only to have to slap on a huge smile (or at least an apron and a frown) and play the mom/dad/chef because, oh wait, you are the mom/dad/chef of the house and you have hungry mouths to feed?
I haven’t been the mom, dad, or chef. I’m just saying. It could be a hard life. I’m sure some of you generously patient child-rearing souls out there know what I’m talking about.
Even without the responsibility of another human life on my conscience, I go through so many personalities day in and day out that it certainly feels that way. If Clark thought he had it hard trying to juggle two measley personae, imagine what the rest of us average people must feel juggling, say, fifty.
Anytime I get unduly stressed, as is happening at this very moment as I stand here before you as a newly-inducted undergraduate teaching veteran (I had my first discussion sections today!… Read more