Perhaps you take pride in being ‘normal’, or perhaps you are proud to be ‘unique’. Perhaps you are undecided. The one moment you are content with being one of seven billion, and the next you are more desperate to stand out than to blend in. Perhaps you are indifferent: You suppose “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” as stated in Shakespear's "Romeo and Julie."

In any case, when you sit down and contemplate what you are now and what you aim to be or ought to be sometime later on, what you dream to be in alternate realities and in parallel universes, you might wish you were ‘super.’ You might wish you could do everything and never get tired. Live forever and never have to say “no” or “goodbye.”

One would hope you were already well aware such wishes are futile, since entropy makes ‘forever’ impossible for beings like you to reach. Even our technologies are doomed to die at some point, though I do not doubt our greatest artificial creations will outlive us all. But once you have no option except to become more machine than human in effort to continue evading DEATH, you might as well give up on living. The moment your own brain stops controlling your own body is the moment you die, no matter what MDs so happen to implant within your skull and clamp around your spine to replace your central nervous system. Brain-dead is dead.

You still might wish you were ‘super.’ You might wish you could lift a building to save a baby or be a phantom with a searchlight seeking out fleeing criminals. You might wish you could be the hero of the world, but perhaps with your hands behind your back, since deep down you know real-world heroes have to work super hard in wicked ugly situations to save everyone else. You know some make it, and others… well, I bet we both agree it takes something special to be someone ‘super’ suits.

If you think you can thrive under pressure and keep cool in hell, and if you know you could care less about your own life whenever you noticed another human being tripping past you down a road to DEATH, then ‘super’ might suit you well. Otherwise, rethink your wish: Remember ‘super’ powers equate to ‘super’ responsibilities. In other words, once you get dubbed ‘super,’ the whole world expects you to be ‘super’ 24/7. When you succeed, no one cares because you did what you were supposed to do. When you falter, everyone notices, and everyone gets mad because mistakes are something ‘normal’ beings alone are allowed to make. When you fail, everyone loses faith; no one forgives, and no one forgets. If you suppose you could overcome it all, then ‘super’ might suit you very well.

You don’t have to ‘look the look’ or ‘talk the talk’ because there isn’t a ‘look’ to look or a ‘talk’ to talk. You don’t have to be rich, but you should know what people value, and you don’t have to be poor, but you should understand how and when to act humble. You do have to be compassionate and confident and comfortable being uncomfortable. You also have to submit the application, pass the physical exam, and make it through the interview process. Then I get to decide whether or not deliver the invitation to you. If you do receive it, then you get to decide whether or not to accept it. I give people 12 months to respond, but I always hear back within 24 hours. You know it well, and you would never question it now, when you are truly someone with a ‘super’ suit.