Earlier this week, I was at work, sitting in our morning meeting. I had torn a contact lens that morning, so I was wearing my glasses. I tend not to wear my glasses all that often (staring at a computer for 8 hours in my glasses is no fun), and I guess this was the first time I had worn them to work.
My manager, ever the comedian, quipped:
“What’s with the glasses? Are you going all Tobey Macguire as Peter Parker on us?”
Later, he comes back to the very same joke when he calls on me, inadvertently using my chosen name in the process:
“Parker, what do you have for us today?”
Coincidences are fun, but in thinking about it, more and more I just wish I was out at work. I’m sick of living like a superhero who is trying to hide their secret identity. I want the world to know me as I am. I’m hoping in the next 6 months, I can get the ball rolling on that. It’d be nice to be called “Parker” when someone isn’t thinking “Spider-man.”
I’m no hero. I’m just me.