Autobiography

He always likes to imagine that he has superpowers.
From the moment that he wakes up and imagines that he could warm the cold room he is in with his own super body heat, to the moment that he goes to bed, when, for whatever reason, he imagines that he could bend backwards so that his feet would touch the wall behind his head, and that he could walk on the wall; a real-world Spider-man if you will. And at this moment, he tries to figure out the mechanics and strength involved n being able to keep himself perpendicular to the wall without his knees bending, or if it would be easier to walk sideways along the wall, so that his back was parallel with the wall behind him, rather than his bed, and then how this would probably end up hurting.
After getting showered, he looks in the mirror and imagines that he can change his appearance at will, perfecting the flaws he sees in the mirror, or changing his hair and facial hair to further fit his mood for the day.
Once he is ready to leave for work for the day, noticing he is once again running late, he imagines that he can run super fast, or that he can slow down the rest of the world, so that he can continue moving at his pace, and allow the rest of the world to catch. Up with him when he's ready.
At work he wholes away the time thinking of his common imaginations. He imagines being able to speed up time, so that he would be able to get through the boredom of the work day, but then reflects back on the effects of control of time. He wonders, if he were to slow or speed up time, what would happen to his age? He worries for a moment, as though this is a possibility of something that may occur to him in the future, that if he were to slow down time, would he age more than the others around him, so that in the future he would be much older than his older sister, or even his parents, depending on the amount of times he would do it? Or if he sped up time, would he eventually be younger than his other sister, or even his infant niece?
He often imagines being able to walk through walls or teleport. For some reason, in his mind, these are constant imaginations. He thinks how great it would be to be able to simply walk through doors rather than having to open them, or walk through walls, rather than having to find a door. And then he thinks, why would he bother walking through the walls when he could just teleport to where he eventually needs to get to. But then, he worries that if he could do either of these things, more specifically, teleport, that he would end up gaining weight from not actually walking places, but rather just "poofing" there. This thought then makes him think that maybe he would need to be able to alter his physical appearance, cause he recognizes that he is not the best at keeping up a workout regimen.
This thought then makes him imagine the concept of creating multiples of himself. If one of him could do the working out for him, then he wouldn't have to worry about gaining weight, because whatever one did would affect the others. He then worries of the consequences of that though. The chances of accidental injuries doubles, or triples, or quadruples, depending on the amount of copies he has of himself out there. And then he thinks, if he doesn't enjoy working out, then what would make the others want to. This makes him realize that the chances of one of his copies choosing to just sit at home and eat, and gain weight increases as well.
As he begins lunch, he imagines that his fingernails were as sharp as diamonds, or steel, and he could cut his food without the need for a knife, but then he worries that if they were always so sharp, what would keep him from cutting himself or others at any given time?
He then imagines instead that he could heat things with a touch, or set himself on fire, without any harm to himself. He thinks that this would solve the problem of frozen meals and being cold all the time. But the he realizes that he would end up setting off all the sprinklers in the buildings he lives in, and realizes that he would be restricted with this ability.
When he leaves work, he sees the birds flying in the sky, and he imagines that he has wings coming from his back and that he could fly with them. He imagines for that moment what it would feel like; the wind in his face, and the absolute freedom from being trapped on the ground. He acknowledges the down sides of this skill, cold breezes, rain, lightening, but he still looks only at the bright side of this skill and realizes that he would always take this skill over all the others.
Finally, back in his apartment, he imagines that he could create with his mind a screen, larger than his TV that would be able to reflect whatever was locked in his mind. Any movies that he had ever seen, or conversations he had had would instantly be visible on the screen. He would also be able to tap into any information that has existed to bring forward things that he hadn't seen either. He imagined how useful this would be, and how he would always be able to put on awesome movie nights that no one would ever be able to beat.
But at the end of the day, he once again realizes that these abilities will never come to pass, and he feels the pang of despair that he will never know the joy that comes with them. For that moment he feels tragically normal and brushes his teeth, hoping that he could at least make the toothpaste move across the counter with his mind before rinsing and dropping himself into his bed.
But once he is in his bed, he decides he enjoys the way that he chooses to see the world, and before going to see to dream of being able to fly and teleport, he imagines one last time that he could climb out of his bed and crawl on the walls.