I'm not expecting anyone to comment on this, but I need to get this off my chest.
I'm going to start off with a funny story from my freshman year of high school, which is where Peter/Spiderman comes in. I was in my P.E. class, and we were running laps. At one point I spaced out and ended up crashing face-first into the sweaty arm pit of a boy I had a huuuuge crush on. I'll call him Drake. I made a disgusted face because he smelled super bad, and my friend laughed at my expression when she ran by.
In that moment, I felt like Peter Parker. He was bitten by a radioactive spider and gained his powers, I crashed into a boy's smelly armpit to gain a better sense of smell. Since then I have been acutely aware of how people smell. I can tell if someone was sleeping based on the smell how the person smells, if they have recently been hanging out with someone of the opposite/same sex, and other odd things like that.
I still have a bit of a crush on Drake , and I don't know how to get over him. Because of the connection my stupid nerd brain made, I can't look at Spiderman the same way anymore. It's been three years since this happened and all this superhero movie hype always reminds me of how this guy game me my "powers; he is my precious little radioactive spider (say that in a Gollum voice!) and I'll never mean anything to him because he has an awesome girlfriend who isn't a freak like me. I'm just the weird MCR loving girl with a locker close to his.
Arghhh why am so weird and nerdy? I like him for other reasons too, I just needed to show why Spiderman is reflecting my life on a small scale. I'm not a hero, but I can smell people, and smelling people makes me think of liking Drake. I don't want to like him Maybe one day these feelings will fade away and I'll stop feeling like an awkward female version of Peter Parker. One day I'll be able to look at Spiderman without thinking of Drake's smelly arm pits and how he gave me "super powers". Until then, I have to make the best of this.
Maybe ten years from now I'll be sitting in a shrink's office discussing how Spiderman was the source of my teenage woes. We'll laugh and the shrink will think I'm crazy but have me out for coffee anyway, because such a weird story deserves some damn good coffee.
(Yes, this sounds crazy but it's real. I'm sorry if it's far-fetched but I don't know how to explain without being a drama queen, because I am a total drama queen.)
