Curse of a Superhero?

I’m struggling over the title…

Should it be Curse of a Superhero
or Karma
or Timing?

I think bad timing is a curse; karma is a thing of faith. If you do whatever crappy thing you want to and things work in your favor every time, you probably don’t think much about karma or timing. If you constantly do the right thing and nothing works the way it should, you think about it quite a bit.

…. and after you think about karma, it seems to eventually lead back to timing.

I’d really like some feedback on this one… I think I’m chasing my tail?

As a superhero, I HAVE to believe in karma. If I didn’t, why would I do the good deeds? I wouldn’t continue to help the downtrodden….the oppressed… the needy…. the huddled masses. I’d stop letting mom-mom go first at the four way stop. There would be chaos.

And THAT my friend… is the curse.

Are Box and I superheroes because of the curse? Are we cursed because we are superheroes? Chicken? Egg? Aren’t all comic superheroes cursed or in internal turmoil of some sort?

Lately, I have been thinking about timing and choices, as a number of my close friends are doing. Why do some people get away unscathed after doing unspeakable acts…see politicians/ Murdock Village… and some of us get burned every time on the slightest marginal decision? Why do some people not see the obvious choices right in front of them? Why do some people continue to travel down the wrong path, even though everyone around can tell them they are making a huge mistake? Why do some people just never seem to win, while others seem to win every time, even though they didn’t even pay for their ticket?

Is it karma or just bad timing… or are they just superheroes in disguise?

I don’t remember seeing them at the meetings.

The question tonight that started it all was why I don’t have a full time job….

The answer was that I can’t afford it. It seems I am the only human who gets a W-2 with a negative income. You see I have the unique ability to magically find these jobs that take all my effort while actually costing me money. Honestly, if you figure my hours in on some of these jobs and time worked, the children of China laugh at me.

Ah… the examples…

I once worked for free for two weeks helping to manage a bar, promised a job at the end of the term. Granted… it was my idea to do it for free (of course it was… (superhero)!...duh). After the two weeks and extra hours… the bar closed.

I’ve done countless catering jobs, where I’ve lost money, because I wanted the function to be successful, even though the person throwing it was not as concerned as I was.

I’ve offered to help people out of binds time after time…always successful, always not for profit, always struggling to get paid to break even at best... always ending poorly.

I’ve done literally hundreds of artwork jobs for free.

I’ve done print jobs where I’ve put up the time, the money, the art and the labor…

And lost money.

I’ll do just about anything for a free beer… that I could probably get for a dollar at happy hour.

I’ve put friends through high school, college, tech school, med school, and culinary school.

The ones that have gotten to me of late are the ones that just don’t stop and look at what they’ve gotten from me for free and have not said thank you. Not only have they not said thank you… they’ve acted as if I’ve wronged them! Now, don’t you all feel like I’m referring to you, because I’m not! Some of you DO thank me… and you are my friends…. And you keep me wearing the cape.

But some of you…. I’m a shakin’ my head again.

Think about what you got FOR FREE!!!

FREE.

Free.
Wow…

Irony…

I’m listening to Pink Floyd’s “Dogs”…. and at that sentence… the line was… “gotta admit; I’m a little bit confused; sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.” Tell me that’s not irony….. or is it the curse?

But alas, back to the timing.

Maybe it’s all just timing. I listened to a conversation tonight between three single guys and two large breasted females looking to continue drinking after the bar closed. The three geniuses argued about where they were going while the two ample females swayed…and the final verdict came from the lasses, they were just going home because it was late. Now is that timing? Or karma? Or we’re they superheroes?

I don’t remember them from the meetings.

Maybe the answer comes from a very dear friend from my past. Her name was Sarah.

I will name a boat after her. It will be called the K Sera Sarah.

She died of breast cancer and she taught me that whatever will be, will be. She taught me to wear the cape. She taught me that life is ….well just life. It’s karma, it’s timing…. It’s random. It’s life. Suck it up Cindy.

I remember her from the meetings…

I’ll be funny again soon ‘Box….

I promise…

right after you put some pictures on this blog!

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