If I was a super hero I wouldn’t be satisfied with just having one super power. I would simply have to have two because I just can’t make up my mind which one I would want the most. I would want invisibility and if allowed to have two super strength.
I would love to be able to be invisible in the real sense of the word. It would allow me to see things I wouldn’t get to see if I were truly there. It would allow me to go places and not have to worry that I look stupid or fat. I wouldn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. I would just go, people watch, and have the time of my life with no inhibitions. I would dance and mess with people that wouldn’t know what the Sam hell was going on. I would laugh myself silly. It would be so much fun! It would definitely be more fun than being present in the regular sense.

As you have probably figured out by now, I fear rejection in a big way. It is probably why I avoid things like class reunions, or classmate parties where I experience real panic when invited. I am terrified to go and have no one talk to me or care that I am there. I would give anything to go, be accepted, and realize I really do have friends from that period of my life. I am the same way with family reunions too. I will panic and make myself sick knowing deep down in my soul they really don’t want me there. Unfortunately that gnawing fear keeps me away. I avoid the drama and don’t go. With the power of invisibility I could test the water and appear magically if I felt I would be welcome. Fearing I wouldn’t be keeps me from even showing up. If I could be invisible I would be at the beach everyday in the summer enjoying the sand and surf so no one could see me and I wouldn’t have to worry about disgusting someone with my physique or scaring small children.
Since I am mostly home alone with a couple of kids, I would give anything to have super strength. There have been so many times that I have thought to myself if only I could just twist this damn lid off or lift that on my own. It would help me be even more independent than I am forced to be on occasion. I like being married, but I hate being here to handle everything that goes to hell in a hand basket on my own. My husband makes everything look so easy when he finally returns home and completes my honey do list in a matter of an hour or less after arriving. If only I had the strength and know how to handle it myself he could just relax and enjoy himself when he came home.
Obviously if I was a super hero I would never be caught dead in spandex. God forbid, I can’t even face the beach for fear someone might confuse me with a beached whale! I would opt to wear jeans, a comfy shirt, and tennis shoes and blend into the wood work because I’m that kind of girl until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

As you have probably figured out by now, I fear rejection in a big way. It is probably why I avoid things like class reunions, or classmate parties where I experience real panic when invited. I am terrified to go and have no one talk to me or care that I am there. I would give anything to go, be accepted, and realize I really do have friends from that period of my life. I am the same way with family reunions too. I will panic and make myself sick knowing deep down in my soul they really don’t want me there. Unfortunately that gnawing fear keeps me away. I avoid the drama and don’t go. With the power of invisibility I could test the water and appear magically if I felt I would be welcome. Fearing I wouldn’t be keeps me from even showing up. If I could be invisible I would be at the beach everyday in the summer enjoying the sand and surf so no one could see me and I wouldn’t have to worry about disgusting someone with my physique or scaring small children.
Since I am mostly home alone with a couple of kids, I would give anything to have super strength. There have been so many times that I have thought to myself if only I could just twist this damn lid off or lift that on my own. It would help me be even more independent than I am forced to be on occasion. I like being married, but I hate being here to handle everything that goes to hell in a hand basket on my own. My husband makes everything look so easy when he finally returns home and completes my honey do list in a matter of an hour or less after arriving. If only I had the strength and know how to handle it myself he could just relax and enjoy himself when he came home.Obviously if I was a super hero I would never be caught dead in spandex. God forbid, I can’t even face the beach for fear someone might confuse me with a beached whale! I would opt to wear jeans, a comfy shirt, and tennis shoes and blend into the wood work because I’m that kind of girl until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.





