Superheroes.

There’s always that person.

They’re a bit needy, whiny, over-sharing, and generally higher maintenance than what I think is necessary.

I think: ‘Can’t you just …’ ‘If only you would …’ ‘Surely it’s not as bad as …’ ‘I wish you wouldn’t…’.

And if I’m a good person on a good day, I sometimes think: ‘Maybe if I knew what you were having to overcome to be this person who niggles me, I would be impressed and humbled.’

Childhood trauma. Personal tragedy. Hardship. Bad luck.

I think: ‘Maybe what you present to me is a far, far better person than the one I could excuse you for being if you allowed Life to overwhelm you.’

For some, I’m being generous.

For most, this is true.

Superheroes walk among us.