Training to be a Superhero

Who doesn't love Marvel Superheroes? Oh - well then stop reading. This is for enthusiasts.

So, I don't turn the lights on unless absolutely necessary. Like, ever. I kinda loathe artificial light. I dunno - it hurts my eyes and gives me a headache. I'm already blind as a bat, so if I don't have my glasses on - I really can't see anything but vague colors. I've definitely taken a shower in the dark for years now and lately I've been attempting to manage in public without sight as well. It's been fun trying to figure things out without being able to see the details(also might be a big fan of not knowing who's looking at me, and how when I'm emotional). I mean, most people have the normal amount of senses and typically tend to rely on their eyes most of all. I'm down to four - I have no sight or smell to rely on. Ah yes, you're counting on your fingers now? I maintain I have four. You could call one of them a "radar sense" although it has little to do with Marvel.

So I've been working really hard for the day I lose my sight altogether, and maybe my mind as well ;) . And I think my training is paying off! The rumor mill has been churning...

...and I've heard tales that I am to succeed Daredevil! One of my favorite Marvel movies, no joke. The first time I heard someone slander the 2003 movie I got in a huge debate. And I'm pretty sure I lost, technically at least. Although - they probably have a bruise since that's how I debated in high school with my friends. But over time, I learned to just keep my mouth shut on the subject and my love for this movie, private.

So of course, I was ecstatic when I heard I could be the next demonic vigilante and have begun my training to become a "woman without fear". I can happily say that I can navigate the streets of my 'hood, in the day - without my sight or fear fairly well at this point. At night? Well...maybe one day...with a sidekick and a heck of a lot of Grace. For now I'll stick with training in my home when I'm up at 4am.

And so I've been doing just that. If I decide that justice needs to be brought to Hell's Kitchen, I get my apron on, grab a dish-rag, and go to town breaking heads - and maybe some dishes as well ;) . Last night, I woke up with an urgent need to restore order to Hell's, um, Privy. I would say that this part of Manhattan isn't as difficult to maneuver as Midtown West, but I hadn't planned on this mission. And being unexpectedly awoken by a strong desire for...revenge - I was half asleep when I set out and not even my four remaining senses were helping me maneuver the streets of my home"town". And this has happened before. I have many a scar from my lack of grace in times like these.

And although I returned to the sanctuary of my room in one piece, it was climbing into my bed that had me questioning my ability to ever live up to the dream of being able to have my name associated with the villains who are what made the movie for me. Well, them and Elektra. Oh and the cinematography ;) . I mean, really, if you haven't seen this movie in years, watch this trailer and you'll see exactly why I love it.

But alas. Although I could probably pull off the dramatic one-liners, my coordination leaves something to be desired. I might have attempted to crawl back into bed after my nighttime escapades and promptly hit the floor. Yep. Right foot bed, left leg - broken! Ok, it's not broken, but I do have a new bruise to add to my collection. And a hit to my ego as I was lying on the floor, wondering what exactly had just happened.

I think the best solution would probably be just to buy a coffin and fill it with water to shut out the world. No? Huh. Well - I'll think of something...

Until Next Time!