Having Superpowers

I took a survey recently that was designed to predict which superpower would best fit with your personality. I thought it might be flying—since that is my favorite dream.

I attempted to IM my daughter at work the other day. And upon doing so a message came up that said You are invisible right now. And I got a little bit excited. So I looked at my arms and legs. But they were still in view. And then I ran to look in the mirror. But I still had a reflection.

I wasn’t invisible after all.

I did not have that superpower. The instant messenger lied.

And the conclusion of the survey I took was that the superpower that most aligned with my personality was “creator.” Based on a series of multiple choice questions I would like to build and move things at will. It predicted that I likely was an architect or a writer who dreamed of a magic wand.

And I suppose “creator” truly is the ultimate superpower. It would enable me to craft all the other superpowers at whim. It’s like wishing for more wishes when you have only been granted one.

I suppose it’s why it’s so great to be God.