Super Hero

I was fighting a bit of a complex yesterday.  It happened at church.  Being at church was not the reason for my complex.  Others go too.  I know at least two people that go fairly regularly so they are out there.    I find it a good place to be.  Still, I am bias.
The service was over, and we were milling around having a chin wag and something to eat.  I am used to people ignoring my growls and barks when they approach the food.  Probably baring sharper teeth would help.
Why I was getting a complex was that people were greeting me and the like and their food was ending up on the floor.  For a while there I wondered if it was me, but then realized that was a stupid question.  Of course it was because it is all about me.
I had to momentarily pause from standing there with my hands on my hips in my blue outfit with red shorts and horizontal red cap and assess what I saw happening.  I had had to quickly change into that outfit.  Before then I had been wearing a suit and glasses and no one had recognised me for who I was.  My disguise was working.
That morning it had been a case of “what will I wear?”    I was going through my outfits which were hanging up and I must confess I was over Thor one.  Besides, I did not have my hammer with me.   Sure I could summons it and it would come, but I really did not feel like it.  Plus, the place was closed up, and I did not want to deal with the busted screen door and broken glass.  I could have worn the Iron Man outfit but it was in the wash.
The Batman one was out as my car was in for a service.  I had noticed it had been pulling to the left a bit and I wanted my mechanic to check it out.  Even super hero’s want to be safe on the roads.
The Spider Man one was there but two days in a row seemed a bit same same.   It probably could have done with a wash too, as I had exerted a bit of energy fighting crime in the city the night before.  You may have seen me on the news.  I think I am over saving the planet all the time.  I really can only do it so often before it becomes like a “been there, done that” thing.  Still mostly I can’t help myself.  When there is a need silly me responds.  It is not like it is a “pick me! pick me!” thing.  Often I am the only one available, and it is like an “oh alright I’ll go” thing.
Judging from the applause and general adoration though, it does seem to be appreciated.  Stopping that train from plummeting into a ravine went over well.  It was obvious to everyone that plane was going to crash until I intervened.   I must admit that sort of stuff does make me feel good.
Talking this though has helped with the complex I was getting.  I just realised why the food was ending up on the floor.  It was the blue outfit.  Obviously seeing me can be a bit of a shock.