I’ve been rethinking the whole super thing lately. Sometimes I can even get past the terror I feel from imagining boundless power in the hands of average joes who might be having a really bad day and trying to take it out on somebody. Sometimes. And I guess I’m starting to realize that whether I want them around or not the supers are a part of the world, so I just have to deal with them.
Ira, you don’t even need to point it out. I have noticed that not a single supe has hurt anybody, taken over the chem labs or even played any vicious pranks. In fact, campus seems a little safer with them around. And I guess the NSC has done a good job of keeping control over all the known supers in the country.
What I’m trying to say is, I finally get the whole idea about how it’s the people, not the powers, that make a difference. It’s no more reasonable for me to hate all supers than it would be for me to trust all supers—just like I wouldn’t have the same feelings about every brunette or every music major.
So here’s my new resolution: From now on, I’m going to treat supers just like any other people. I’ll like them—or think they’re jerks—on individual terms. No stereotyping. No oversimplifying. The end.
8 comments
chelseamorning: :-D
love you, brook
babblingbrook: you too, weirdo.
iRant: Good for you, Brook! What changed your mind?
katidid714: Now that you’re not super-ist, you wanna join the supe fan club with me?
babblingbrook: How is that not stereotyping?
katidid714: Because they’re *all* hot. Well, maybe not Baseline so much….
babblingbrook: lol, they’re all wearing masks! and with the weather getting colder they don’t even wear the skintight costumes anymore.
katidid714: wah! don’t remind me!
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