if you thought this was a techie post, begone, because it is not. This is about superhero sidekicks. All good superhero’s have sidekicks or an alter ego, but every good superhero has a side kick to help put on their underwear over their pants. Its essential, the law of super heros insist upon it. THats why the fate of poor superman, he doesnt have a sidekick so has to wander around wearing two sets of clothes. If you think I will go on in this inane vein, you could be right and you are probably wrong.
The sidekick I am thinking about is a friend. We all have a friend we consider our sidekick, to help get things in perspective, to make annonymous calls to the cute guy or get his number. If luckily your sidekick is a guy, then get him to become friends with the cute guy and voila..all is set right
DO you have one? And I would say you are doubly blessed if you are your sidekick’s sidekick. It means that both of you are ready to dig the dirt for the other person. I am blest indeed because I have two who I could say fall in that category.
One is so far away and I havent seen her for very long, yet we can spy on each other’s boyfriends and make rude comments about them.
The other has also deserted me recently but while she was here, good times were afoot. Most of my fun times have been with her and quite a few of her’s too. All the exploring, all the craziness we did with only each other knowing that its all ok. Driving into the wrong side of the road, the honking of the scared driver who probably had his life flash before him when he saw the two crazy ladies on HIS side of the road. The exploring of different cities, the extreme urge to pee and nowhere to go and walking into the third largest building in Chicago looking for a loo and find people in chic office attire staring at two rather gurngy looking kids. Running to catch the subway , jamba juice and cheesecake in hand and giggling like mad over the aforementioned jamba juice. Even thinking about all these crazy things makes me..not smile…but laugh..really laugh. Who else could get lost even before hitting the highway to leave town. Who else could you stay with in a cold basement in NJ with a 16 guys on the floor above. Who else could you curse when getting claustrophobic in the NYC times square new years eve? Mark my words people, never go there on new years eve. It is NOT fun. Who else would you go to all the designer stores and take pictures in the changing room. Who else would you eat pizza with in the dark in the middle of city park and once you start driving, know that if this person had been in town, that would have been one major ball too. Being a sidekick is fun and so is having one. Namely friends you can do superhero behaviors with are all good. Find them and keep them , who knows when you will need someone to put on underwear over your pants (or get it off)