There’s a subtext in The Incredibles and I read it to Tony the other night and was like, ‘YEP.”
I get this.
And I’m not sure how to even verbalize it without sounding like a big ole braggy braggart, but the reality of the situation is that I feel .. underutilized. A lot. Lately.
And this feeling is kind of across-the-board. Doesn’t matter the endeavor, I feel very much like I’m being told to just shhh, shhh, just move to the back and let the important people through. Which is frustrating, because the Old Me would take that as a challenge. Go be a ball-buster! Go break down the walls! Prove ‘em wrong! But the new me .. is not that way. She’s tired, and older, and .. maybe we’re supposed to stop reaching, at some point?
I DON’T THINK THAT. I DON’T THINK THAT AT ALL.
And I’m FRUSTRATED WITH MYSELF FOR EVEN TOYING WITH THAT.
I’m beginning to doubt that I ever had super powers, is all.