Oxygen

If I was anyone other than me, I’d be a superhero, I guess a little like Spiderman. Misjudged and poorly guided. At the moment I’m stuck with being plain old Peter Parker, mundane and geeky, crushing after the prettiest girl in school. Except he gets the girl, he gets the happy ending. He goes through a difficult journey, but then he has everything he wants. What will I get? A difficult journey with not a happy ending in sight.

I guess that’s the difference between real life and those of comics and movies, nothing’s ever perfect. Shit happens and shit hurts, and we’ve gotta take the punches and the beatings and just wait, and hope that something good is going to happen. But what if nothing good ever happens? And I just keep living as Peter fucking Parker for the rest of my life? Mundane, geeky and totally invisible. A waste of perfectly good oxygen.

If I was anyone other than me, I’d be a superhero. My powers would be invisibility and flying. My superhero name would be Oxygen, and then maybe I’d get noticed.

He closed his eyes and jumped, praying that he’d fly. But he wasn’t a superhero, he was nobody.