I am a
nerd. It all started out in childhood with Superman, Batman, and Spiderman –
your classic alien, outcast, mutant mutiny against the machine that we call
society. My parents had birthed a fan girl.
I fell in love with that imaginary place we hide in our brain where the underdog on the outskirts of society was actually something more than just a victim. Where the people´s hero was somehow also the system´s villain. “The man” never could handle things that seemed all too different.
And then there are references that few will actually even get about adopted adolescent aliens and the Scooby gang marveling over “9th wonders,” an old book of shadows, and meteor rocks over after school coffee at the Tallen. They were the people and places that told you you didn´t have to be all growed up to save the world or have everything figured out in order to make a difference. It´s surprising how people wonder why we applaud the non-existent. They take those that seem forgotten and make us feel significant. And it wasn´t even their superhuman ability that we envied, but their unparalleled unity and undeniable calling to some higher duty.
I fell in love with that imaginary place we hide in our brain where the underdog on the outskirts of society was actually something more than just a victim. Where the people´s hero was somehow also the system´s villain. “The man” never could handle things that seemed all too different.
And then there are references that few will actually even get about adopted adolescent aliens and the Scooby gang marveling over “9th wonders,” an old book of shadows, and meteor rocks over after school coffee at the Tallen. They were the people and places that told you you didn´t have to be all growed up to save the world or have everything figured out in order to make a difference. It´s surprising how people wonder why we applaud the non-existent. They take those that seem forgotten and make us feel significant. And it wasn´t even their superhuman ability that we envied, but their unparalleled unity and undeniable calling to some higher duty.
Our younger selves understood more than we give them credit for. They knew that ideals both did and had to exist. That people are so much more than what so many are impressed with. And that the “it” people are many times the ones that few times get “it.”
Comic books and pulp fiction remind us that we may not actually know absolutely everything. That things are not always as they seem and that heroes don´t walk around in a super suit and wings. Heroes could be reporters, scientists, photographers, and millionaires. Even a group of teenagers could protect us from things crawling out of the mouth of hell or whatever may wander the deserts of Roswell.
And just like when they “saved the cheerleader and saved the world” through the life of one man humanity was cursed yet through the death of Another life was reimbursed.
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