Meanwhile...

My superpower of the day is the awesome ability of social idiocy. I was working at the restaurant yesterday, bringing drinks to a table, when I heard someone say, "Hey Adam," from behind. I turned and saw a girl with whom I went through grade school. My 6th-grade crush, Kristy. We talked for a short while, about what we're doing now and some about what we plan to do, and then I smiled and said goodbye. It wasn't until later that I realized it had been nice talking to her. Her kind reticence reminds me of my own, if I still know her--a front beneath which lies self confidence and something hard and not to be tampered with. And she's still beautiful.

I thought about it later, replayed our conversation, and saw how natural it had been. Was it just me? Had she smiled? Hadn't she lingered for a short while after I said goodbye? Hadn't I? Was that just me, too? I could have said something simple that would have allowed for the possibility to see her again, but it didn't even cross my mind to do so. Even if it had, I probably would have messed it up, somehow. I tend to do that--it is my superpower. Circumstances in my life pretty much guarantee that I'll never see her again. Sad, kind of. I got to thinking about how many people pass through our lives whom we'll never see again. I went to Walgreens to get some Easter cards and went by some people in an aisle and thought, "I'll never see them again, either," even though I didn't know them. They'll live their entire lives, separate from mine yet just as much alive, and I won't know it. To me, most people in the world don't even exist. My superpower tomorrow will be the fantastic skill of having an existential meltdown. All these people alive and just as conscious as me, with the same power of wants and desires, and I don't even know it, and they don't know it, either, and that means to them I don't exist. Do I exist? It makes everything seem so damn pointless.

A final note. I just read the best article I've ever read in this month's Discover magazine. It's about a biocentric universe, meaning that humans are the center, or cause, of the universe. According to the article, the universe didn't create us, we created the universe. Our perceptions shape the very universe. See especially: Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle. Brilliant. I've been saying it for years now. The problem with science is scientists. The problem with experiments is that humans create and perform and measure them, and so the answers will always relate to our perceptions. It is thus that we can never accurately measure, let alone understand (conceit of conceits), anything truly objective. Complete heresy, of course. If we create the universe, that makes us gods. A stroke of genius, none the less, but still a few steps away from the scientific postulation that God does indeed exist. Give it time. He'll be back. I'm waiting.

Look! Up in the sky!

I feel like my cutesy little titles are getting annoying. Unfortunately for anyone tenacious enough to actually read these things, annoying is what I do best. It's not my superpower of the day. It's more of a sub-superpower. A little bit of frosting for the cake, free of charge. You're welcome.

My superpower of the day is the incredible ability to leave my car window open the whole night when it rains. I've been doing this a lot lately, and since we're in the month of April--April showers bring blah blah--suffice it to say that it sucks. I feel like the absent-minded professor, except I'm not a professor.

I'm reading War and Peace on my Amazon Kindle. First of all, there is nothing cooler than an Amazon Kindle. If I got stranded on a desert isle and I had the choice between having my Kindle or, I don't know, my eyes, Kindle every time. I wouldn't actually be able to read anything, but I could still press the buttons. And it's so thin! I'd be the envy of the entire isle, assuming there were a few toucans or fiddler crabs or something. They'd so want to read my Kindle.

And War and Peace, a book that's somewhere just under 1,500 pages, is surprisingly good. Gotta love the Russians. According to my Kindle, I'm 10% done, just in case you're wondering.

Leaping Neptune

My super power of the day is the incredible ability to stay up way later than I should so I know I'm not going to get up early tomorrow to play my guitar. And on the topic of the guitar, my teacher's taste in music is, um, not so good, so I'm learning "Blackbird" and "More than Words" right now. Let me tell you something about "More than Words." Any time a guy sings half a song in soprano, there's a fair bet it's not a song for guys. So a message to the guys out there: if you think you're all cool and you want your superpower to be singing soprano because it's all against the grain and everything, don't do it. Nancy.

The worst part about the whole stupid thing is the song's so hard, so I'm proud when I get a small part of it, and then I find myself humming it in the car. Tell no one.

Jump on in. Water's fine... as long as you don't mind razor-toothed PIRANHAS!!!

Feel free, assuming anyone's reading this, to jump on in and throw in your 2 cents... puny mortals. If you've got a superpower and you need to get it off your chest, or if you just want to throw something down on the coolest blog ever, aside from Shaq's Twitter (of course), and be forever written into the historical pages of history. Or whatever.

Amazing

Today's superpower is the uncanny ability to roll my eyes at customers at the restaurant I work at. Oh, you all want waters in addition to your drinks? You all want separate checks? Shazam! Consider yourself stricken by the awesome awesomeness that is my superpower. No quarter, worms.

Maiden Voyage

Here's attempt number 2 at an Adam blog. Since everything is ephemeral, though, I might get tired of doing this and seek beauty in destruction and ravage this blog with my godlike/superhero ravagehood. For security's sake. So why waste your time reading this? Well, here are some things I may or may not talk about--nothing's set in stone: being a writer, being in the military, being a waiter, a personal trainer, a bad guitar player, and of course, being a superhero. But don't tell anyone. I also might talk about drinking a lot and doing stupid stuff, and I might bitch a little, too. I think that about covers my blog, which is webgeek code for journal.

My superpower of the day is blogging. I'll get back to you about other... stuff later. Let's see. What to blog about? Just finished a second novel. That's always cool. And I got hired as a personal trainer, too. FYI: I might be the only personal trainer in the world who can fly. I'll get back to you on that, too.

Feeling tired and '50s existential right now, so I'm going to stop blogging and get a black beret, in that order. Bye.