My husband and I possess competing superpowers.
I have the ability to walk into a room and notice every last thing that is out of place. Depending on my mood, I also can spontaneously spin my head around a la The Exorcist while muttering obscenities. (I know you’re jealous, but you should know that superpowers, no matter how glamorous, can also be a burden.)
My husband, Mike, can walk into a room and not notice anything that is out of place. It’s a gift, people.
I would prefer sexier, more enticing superpowers – self-propelled flight, time-shifting, whatever it was that Wonder Woman could do. Unfortunately, my husband and I seem to be stuck with these superpowers. For now. And unless something changes (e.g. my husband suddenly inherits the superhuman compulsion to clean up), we will continue to argue over life’s messes. For better or worse.