For as long as I can remember, I have always had an obsession with Superman. Be it the fact that he had super powers beyond mortal comprehension, be it the fact that he was always the leader whenever the Superfriends got together – or be it the fact that I just liked the blue and red suit. No matter the reason, I always had a thing for Superman and bought anything with a Superman S on it. From a key chain to a coffee mug – to a sweat suit that I wear as often as I can – my Superman obsession has traveled with me all the days of my life. But now that I am older, I think I understand why I have such an obsession for the Man of Steel – because each and every day – I feel just like Superman.

Whenever there was trouble, whenever people needed help – and whenever someone was stuck in a life and death situation – all they had to do was call for Superman and he would come out of the sky and save the day. In my life and in the circles I keep – I have become everyone’s Superman. It seems that whenever my close friends and family have a problem, a need or a concern – they call for me and I rush to help – just not by swooping out of the sky. But despite my lack of powers, I somehow manage to always help – and always save the day. From minimal issues to severe disasters – I am just a phone call away.

I never mind helping people, because my life is so blessed that for me not to help would be taking all that I have for granted – but there are some days where too many people want my help at once – and that is when it gets stressful. But no matter the stress that comes with being everyone’s hero – I never say no to my friends and always try to be there for them no matter what.

This constant helping, combined with the fact that I grew up with Superman, have made my Super-obsession grow. For Christmas last year, Christine gave me a Superman “S” charm that I wear every day, I have taken a kinship with other “Super” people who are as obsessed with Krypton’s last son as myself, like my Super Friend Susana Munoz from the South Park Digest, who always signs her name “I’m Super Susana” – and I am even contemplating getting a Superman “S” as my next tattoo.

Is it crazy to be as obsessed with Superman as much I am? Maybe. But if the world would not call on me as much as they do for help, and if I liked Marvel Comics instead of DC Comics when I was growing up – then perhaps so many red and yellow S’s would not be adorning everything I own – or be such a big part of my life.

But look on the bright side – at least Kryptonite doesn’t work on me.