my superpower

The other week D. and I were at a business networking event for creative types. It was all a bit too loud and hip for us, but we got free cake, so that was okay.

On the tables were scattered stickers encouraging people to fill in a snippet of information about themselves, as interesting, entertaining or wildly fictional as possible. Some people had filled them out and then changed their minds, leaving their putative identities scattered for someone else to claim.

This one caught both our eyes:



Did I grab the nearest marker pen, complete the poor half-finished "n" and adorn myself with this high-powered professional label? I'll leave you to decide. But if I did, it was only because D. was egging me on.