I love superheroes and superpowers. Maybe because I grew up with "The Savage Sword of Conan" and Christopher Reeves, and I was at the opening of the modern Batman series. I love "The Watchmen" and dream of flying without mechanical assistance. I used to imagine longingly of having a magic ring that allowed me to become invisible, especially when I was a gawking, awkward seventh grader. I still wish I could stop time and watch "Groundhog Day", wondering what I would do with a do-over, over and over.
The other day I struck on the magic power I would want, if only one was allowed or gifted. I've given up on flying because I have a clumsy streak. I can see me taking off on my maiden flight and immediately crashing into a transformer or a low flying Southwest flight or a goose. Splat. Either me or the goose. And invisibility? Kinda' creepy for a forty-something sneaking around, don't you think? And stopping time? I'd get older while everyone else was frozen in space. And it would get boring and too quiet pretty quickly.
No, my superpower du jour is ... heavenly singing. First, I can't sing. At. All. Babies cry, birds fall stone dead from the sky, and loved ones reconsider their relationship with me. Secondly, singing - music in general - universally makes people peaceful, happy, and joyous. Sure beats beating my enemies to a pulp or lopping off their heads. And lastly, I could sing myself onto American Idol. And I'd win.
And winning is fun.