The Thing About Heroes

Never in my life have I ever spent so much time thinking. A few days ago, a certain good friend of mine told me something which I can't seem to get out of my mind. "You are the hero." She said. Aren't heroes suppose to feel all heroic and proud and junk? I'm not feeling that at all. Mostly, I'm disspointed with myself. I've done nothing that falls under the category of being a hero. Neither good nor bad. I've caused pain, sadness and a heap load of misery. Yet created joy, friendships and tones of laughter.

What defines a hero of good? Saving lives? Putting out fire? Stopping a mugging? Or simpler things like cleaning the whiteboard? Fessing up? Write a story? What about a bad hero? Mass killing? Armed robbery? Kidnapping? Or just plain littering? Maybe vandalism? How about giving someone a good licking?

"You are the hero." She said. I should be happy. I have done something to be recognized as a hero in someone's eyes. But I'm not. I'm bloody pissed at myself. And I don't know why. Pisses me off as hell because someone called me a hero. Pisses me off as well when someone calls me a villian. Why, I sure as hell don't know shit.

A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage. ~Marvin Kitman