Now it is time to talk about my problems with my secret identities.
Recently I wrote The Unicorn-Powered, Faster-Than-Light, Perpetual-Motion Time-Machine and wanted to share it with my other audiences. I think many of them would at least be amused by it.
But they don't know who I really am. Some think I am a small white Gund stuffed polar bear collecting colored highlighters. Others think I am a superhero. Or maybe a supervillain. Hard to tell them apart these days. Many know me as the odd old guy who gives deep advice on some narrow area of forbidden knowledge.
I think back to the gal falling for the superhero while the guy with a secret identity has been pining for her since season one. I remember Bruce Wayne struggling not to cry out, “I am Batman. I am Batman.”
I think I may be finally starting to understand it.