A friend of mine once told me, “Everyone has a superpower, they just don’t realize it because of comics and fantasy. You see, they make you think you have to fly or read minds, but it can be a very simple thing. Something most people take for granted about themselves. It could be a superb memory or the ability to do complex math instantly. These are superpowers.”
His superpower? Finding money in parking lots. I’ve seen it. It’s like no big deal to him. Anything from a one to a one hundred. Same reaction, “oh hey! Check it out!” No big deal.
My superpower? My sense of smell. I have a “dog’s nose” they say, and between you and me, it’s a curse more than a superpower some times. I demonstrate the ability every day and don’t think twice about its existence. Here’s a couple of true stories for you to understand how developed it is:
One time I was dating a girl who liked to color and draw with fancy gel pens and markers and she was very good at it. I liked the little felt things she would color in with interesting color combinations and different textured ink or perhaps with glitter or a shiny finish to it. It was her calm place. A place of peace.
There was one issue we had to deal with before she moved in. Crayons. Yes, Crayons. I cannot stand the smell of Crayons. It’s like a chemical mess of something I can’t find kind words to describe. I made it clear that Crayons were not welcome in the house.
One day, I woke up and I could smell it. There was a Crayon in this house and I wasn’t going to have it. I sprang out of bed and she was in the living room watching TV having gotten up earlier. “Is there a Crayon in this house?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “I know how you don’t like them.”
“No, there’s a Crayon in this house. I smell it.” I said quite sternly.
“You’re out of your mind,” she said quite assured.
“That’s beside the point,” I replied and began to hunt down the illegal contraband hidden within the house.
Going from room to room, I realized it was in the living area. The sent was strongest near an AC vent that blew right down across the recliner. I reached into the cracks, dug deep, and pulled out half of a white Crayon.
I showed it to her and said, “See. I told you!” and then threw the Crayon out the front door and into the street.
“How is that even possible?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but please don’t bring any Crayons into this house.” I replied.
There was another time when I worked for the city and was doing on site desktop support at the library. The whole time I was fixing the end user’s issue I could smell chocolate overpowering me. When I finished solving the issue and she confirmed it was working I asked her, “Can I have a piece of chocolate?”
“I don’t have any chocolate,” she replied.
“Look, I know there’s chocolate here and if you want to keep it on the down low, that’s cool with me. No one’s got to know. Just come off with a little of that chocolate.” I said under my breath.
She began to laugh and said, “You’re crazy, there’s no chocolate here.”
“Ok,” I said with determination, “let’s see about that.”
I started to use my superpower and followed the scent of everything near her desk. My nose led me to a cart full of library books that had that old book smell to them, but that’s where it led me. I went across the books right to left, up and down and sure enough, between the pages of one of the books on the bottom shelf of her cart, there was a single Tootsie Roll wrapper.
“Dangit!” I exclaimed.
“How the…. How did you do that?” she asked perplexed.
“I have a dog’s nose. I’m sorry for thinking you had chocolate, but I gotta go to the store and get some now or the desire won’t leave me,” I said.
We laughed about it for a minute. I asked if she wanted anything from the store to which she replied, “No thank you. I really don’t like chocolate or junk food.”
You see, everyone has a superpower. Everyone.
They just don’t realize that it is a superpower, but it is.
– Charlize <3
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