Who is the lamest DC superhero?
Though there are plenty to choose from:
Dogwelder–who, as his name suggests, welds dead dogs to evildoers,
Infectious Lass–who is immune to all diseases, but infects both friends and foes alike by the colonies of microorganisms who live within her,
Color Kid–who has the ability to change the color of any object,
etc., one popular hero who I’ve heard been called out time and time again, is the King of the Seven Seas–Aquaman. For what good is a guy who can talk to fish? or is a billboard to ‘go green?’ or has had an octopus butler? or dated a dolphin? Continue reading
I have a friend, who religiously goes to the athletic center here on campus almost everyday, spending hours working out and then hours playing basketball. Hours upon hours of physical activity and sweat. However, this semester, both the gym and the b-ball court are shut down as the Ganus Athletic Center goes through remodeling and expansion. My friend as a result, now spends hours upon hours watching TV, alone, in his dorm room. For he had used the gym as the center of his identity, yet without it, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself.
This sad scenario has prompted me to think, what forges my identity?
The gym, sports, hobbies, school, work, none of these things in themselves are wrong, but they are so fickle, and can be taken away in an instant. I love writing; however, it’s a very real possibility that one day, I could lose my hands. If that ever happened . . .
What creates your identity? . . . What would happen, if that was taken away? Continue reading