Having the right archnemesis seems to make or break the hero, or at least bring meaning to wearing this lemon lime spandex. Without the Joker who would Batman be? What am I saying, he has garnered a pantheon of wonderful villians. If you were relegated to fighting Calendar Boy with his inate holiday crime sprees, how would you feel? Almost driving you to create more holidays just to get some action, spending hours in the serpentine line at the employment office hoping to pull someone with a little more charisma.
Mine left his skin on my doorstep today. Opening the door, it rather shocked me, his brash retort at lacing his sanctum with moth balls, hoping he would relocate. Crisp and scaley, a three foot reminder that our snake is still there. Was he watching, smiling as we disposed of his calling card, laughing at his torment. Fist raised to the heavens, my anguish squeezed out, "You will rue the day! This is your last hiss!"
Have you ever met someone defined by their villians? When they talk about their weekend it is more about what went wrong and less about the good things? If you listed out all that you knew about them, it would be bereft of who they actually are and spilling over with what has happened to them. One episode after another in all the torrid detail, your left wondering how it ever made it to syndication. What they stand for is bound and gagged, held ransom by what they are against. Hopeless they swing from rooftop to rooftop, looking for infinite crisis to help them feel alive, because peace brings closer their final issue.
Sometimes we need little reminders that there is more to life than the next big battle. Anxiously waiting, we miss what happens in the days between stories. Or maybe thats just me. What is it that defines, brings meaning, to your life?