Thoughts That Keep Me from Greatness: Superpowers

Time Heals All Wounds: Assuming you were supposed to live for an precise period of time (precise like say eighty-three years, four months, twenty-three days, fourteen hours, twelve minutes, and two seconds rather than just "yeah, most people live til they're in their eighties"), subtract the time you have left to live in exchange to instantly heal whatever current wounds you have. Example: Let's say you have a broken leg (roughly 6 weeks to heal, I think). Trade in six weeks from your current total of time you have left and your leg will be healed. Trade in a bit more to account for rehab and you could be back to normal in minutes. One downside, of course: No one knows how long they're going to live. Perhaps you were destined to get hit by a bus in two weeks because of your broken leg was supposed to slow you down as you jaywalked across the street. Obviously then you don't have a full six weeks to trade to heal that leg. Within the minutes you were supposed to heal, you'll be dead though your leg should be partially healed.

Split the Difference: Assuming everyone's traits could be listed as statistics (ex: Strength-6, Speed-4, Ability to do long division-2, etc) this ability would literally even out two people until they have exactly similar physical and mental capabilities.

What you See is What you Get: Whatever one person perceives about you (true or not) becomes not just reality but a trait which becomes amplified in you whenever that person is around. Let's say someone's first impression of you is that you are an asshole, then you're an asshole whenever you're around them. To the nth degree. Pretty simple. Let's say you strike out the side at the next company softball game. You are now Nolan Ryan. Obvious downside: Pretty difficult to use when confronted with a group of people all with different perceptions of you.

Chekov's Gun: For anyone who doesn't know what it is, here's a quick link to Chekov's Gun - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChekhovsGun?from=Main.ptitlexn9xzsjd5fif. This will give a user a sort of "sixth sense" in perception and foresight. With this ability, a person will be able to "perceive" (through some form of sense like touch or smell) when a seemingly unimportant object will play an important role in the near future. These objects can either help or hinder the person depending upon how the object is used.

Walking the Timeline: Multiple existences existing independently at every minute interval but with the same consciousness and knowledge of the present self (thus past selves will not be able to see anything past your current self). Example: Currently failing a test but the you that exists last night now knows what is on the test and so knows what to study, as does the you that exists every minute between then and now.

A Boy and His Dog

They say there's nothing more natural than a boy and his pup. Watching the two grow and play in the yard, in the house, at the park. No cares, no worries, no thoughts. Existing not as two independent creatures but rather a flurry of actions and events resulting in the simple joy of just "being". A personification of happiness we only find in the deepest parts of our memories - memories not buried but rather forgotten through the daily stress of living - resurfacing only through nostalgia and dismissed just as quickly.

And as natural as it is to feel this resurgence of childhood happiness, it is equally tragic to see a boy and his dog. One still growing into his prime while the other's passed. To tell him he can't play as rough as he once could, but not find the words to say why. To know the boy is too old to believe in "The Farm" and yet too young to understand why his best friend no longer moves; why Dad is in the backyard with a shovel; why he isn't allowed out of the house until we finish filling the hole.


For Sammy and Rascal...
gone, but never replaced

Sadly I couldn't find a picture of Sammy and this was the only picture of Rascal I could find. I think all of our old pictures were on the old computer before it crashed. or else still in the pile of photos that still need to be put into an album.

And this is my sister's dog, Candy. Though she's been outside for about three years now, she still gets tangled around that stump in the picture of Rascal. She also refuses to sleep in that igloo house.