How to Be Your Own Superhero

Being that I’m above the voting age and not married with kids really freaks the fuck out of some people. Then hearing that I’m happy with where I am in life practically sends them over the proverbial edge.

Aren’t you lonely? Yes, I’m so lonely that I get to do as I please whenever I please.

Who will take care of you when you’re old? My cat. Duh.

Why aren’t you married? Because I’ve never asked anyone to marry me.

Suck it Spidey

Who needs a superhero when you have yourself?

My love affair with Spider-Man started at birth (as well as my love for all things cat). Upon entering toddlerhood, I was bedazzled in dresses accessorized with Spidey necklaces and matching kicks.

Shoe lovin' in the form of Spiderman.

And the love of shoes was born….all because of a superhero.

Don’t know what to get a two-year-old gal? Why an apron and Spider-Man shoes of course.

Not only can I cook but I can also kick your ass with my fabulous sneakers.

Not only can I cook but I can also kick ass due to my powerful shoes.

Batman had Robin, I had Spider-Man.

Who wants a doll?

Who needs girlie dolls when you can have this side-kick?

My love of Spidey didn’t end with my welcoming of puberty. I happily stole thunder from six-year-olds as I hoarded their superhero at my table while in a Marvel restaurant at Universal Studios. Did my grown ass know better? Yes. Did I care? Hell no.

Seriously. Loving Spidey.

Me and my handsome crusader. He’s mine. ALL MINE. So suck it kids.

I always loved that Spidey was a lone superhero. He didn’t need a wing man, he didn’t drive a tricked out ride or wear a jet pack to zip around. My guy just used his wrist web shooters, superhuman strength and his spider sense (which I suppose for us regular humans translates to ‘gut feeling’)…basically relying on himself.

It makes sense that the no-frills, no-nonsense Spider-Man was my fave masked warrior. He used what natural powers he had to thwart the bad guys and seemed happy as Peter Parker, living a normal life – pursing love interest Gwen Stacy (or Mary Jane Watson – take your pick here), enjoying time with his Aunt Mae and being a regular dude in his ‘off’ time.

Love

Pretending I’m Gwen, being whisked off my feet…

So while some people tend to look at us happily single folks, moving about our daily lives with a sympathetic eye, allow me to speak for all of us in the unattached population. We’re fine. We’re happy. In fact, we’re thriving!

It’s not to say that I don’t want to settle down, gather more cats and live alongside a partner in crime. I’d love to share my life – but I want it, I don’t need it. And I most certainly won’t settle. I’m really happy with my life, which is all anyone can ask for, ya dig?

Web slinging

Webslinging with my main superhero squeeze.

I’ve found that as ebb and flow moments have carved my life, I’m responsible for my happiness, not anyone else. Not comic book characters. Not family members. Not friends. Not a man of romance. These relationships can enhance contentment of course but ultimately the choice of happiness falls on my own shoulders.

Which makes each one of us our own superhero.

Encountering a chance meeting with my hero Spider-Man last spring, it was all fun and games until he asked, “What’s wrong with you…you’re not married?”

Suck it Spidey

Not a damn thing wrong with me, Spidey.

Who needs a man in tights when I’m my own superhero?

CBXB

CBXB!

44 thoughts on “How to Be Your Own Superhero

  1. SerachShiro says:

    That last photo is SUPER cool and I think you just still wait to be saved (maybe Spider-man will come ) 🙂 ! ❤

  2. VivBlogs says:

    The picture of you knocking out Spidey? Priceless.

  3. FreeUrCloset says:

    Girlfriend, you are everyone’s All Things that Kick Ass Superhero with an invisible pink sparkly cape, and you know it! XOXO N & N

  4. Nancy Brown says:

    Remember your Spiderman shoe skates!

  5. John says:

    I think it’s awesome that you are right where you want to be in life – more power to ya!

  6. Phil Lanoue says:

    Did that Spidey guy really ask what’s wrong with you that you’re not married?!? What a dick!
    You look like Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica in that photo from the Marvel Restaurant! Cool!
    No one can rock and apron and Spiderman shoes like you, No One!!

    • Glad to hear you like my apron/Spidey shoes outfit because I wore it to work today. Yeah, that damn superhero did ask me that question…and then he asked for a tip! No shit. I’m happy to look like Starbuck. Thanks for the compliment!

  7. Shame on you Spiderdude – don’t you know you don’t mess with CBXB? All things hot pink will mess you up!

  8. markbialczak says:

    Your attitude is healthy, CBXB. Never should you settle for anybody who falls below top-shelf on your ahoy-matey list. Besides, I bet there are plenty of folks who look at this blog of yours and are envious. Lastly, you obviously made Spidey’s day with that black dress and those waltz moves of yours. I hope he didn’t spin any web on you!

    • No webs spun on this lady! 🙂 Thanks for your kind words. I also love your usage of ahoy-matey list. Money! I may be stealing that lingo for future use! I think anyone tires of hearing the same question over and over….like being married and being asked endlessly when you’re going to have kids…

  9. paws2smile says:

    Haha fantastic post! You GO, girl! Good for you for living your life the way you want to. 🙂 Oh, and the pictures kick ass!

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