Friday, July 09, 2004
These are the words that Peter (Spiderman) Parker heard from his Uncle Ben, and they colour his perspective. I've been watching the extras on the Spiderman DVD and they talked about this. The words colour my perspective too, not that I have any funky powers.
I read Spiderman comics as a kid and am still willing to read them now and again, but with all the titles available I find it too expensive to buy regularly. People might suggest just getting one title regularly, but with cross-overs I want every issue. I don't do moderation well. I'm a big fan of the X-Men, they appeal to the outsider in me. Daredevil was another favourite as a kid. Seeing all three done well on the big screen were great.
The fourth recent adaptation, The Hulk, doesn't fit my psyche; I seldom lose my anger. I can recall two occasions where I did at school.
The first was when I was in standard two, about nine or ten years old. Wesley, a year older than me, and in a class a year ahead of me, decided to pick on the bookworm, me. He baited me and baited me until I lost my temper. My bother (two years older than me) told me only a few months ago that he got into trouble with our mother for not stopping it. Because I'm not the fighting type someone went to get him. He saw no need to protect his kid brother as I was winning. My mother was involved in school sport and Wesley later told her during one practice that he wouldn't make the mistake of picking on me again.
The second occasion occurred when I was in the seventh form, and I would have been eighteen at the time. I recall sitting in an easy chair in the common room, and there would have been a handful of students present, including Mark, who had been baiting me for several days. This was many years before I came out, even to myself, and I was very introverted then. He did something involving water, I think he was about to pour a cup over me. I kicked it out of his hand and leapt up enraged. The look of terror on his face, as he realised he had gone too far, his sudden fear of me and what I might do, broke my rage and made me laugh as he fled. One of the girls in the room later said she thought I was going to kill him.
Maybe I am a bit like the Hulk, simply containing my rage easier than he does. I don't fight.
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