There's a guy in Washington state who wears a Superman costume. Not every day, but every day he can. Most days. This American Life profiled him here. He doesn't think he's Superman. I suspect most people who actually believe themselves to be Superman do not live long enough to be profiled on a radio show, what with the flying and the speeding bullets and all. This guy just likes to wear the costume.
He doesn't go around drawing extra attention to himself. He doesn't ham it up. He just wears a Superman costume. The reasons behind his choice are complicated, like most reasons are, but in his interview he said something extremely illuminating. "A lot of times," he said, "I can't wait to pop [the costume] on because, you know, as soon as someone sees you, their day is different. They've got a story to tell."
It isn't all about him. He wears the costume to give others a story, a touchstone for their day. Think about it. Tell me a single day of yours that would not have been made better if the guy in front of you at the checkout line or next to you on the train or pumping gas one car over from you were wearing a hand-sewn Superman costume. Or, if not better, at least different. And this guy, more often than not, was eager to make that difference for people.
Of course, he gets something out of it himself, mind you. I don't mean to paint him as an Atlas, shouldering a great burden to make others happy, or the clown who smiles during his performance but cries as he wipes the greasepaint off afterward, but still, when asked why he does it, his first answer was that he does it for others. Like a gift we didn't even know we wanted.
That's awesome.
Posted by: KatStuff | April 09, 2009 at 02:38 AM
I remember my first evening in my new home in New Orleans, years ago. I decided to talk a walk along the levee and there, riding toward me, was a man riding a horse, with the setting sun behind him. In the 2 years I lived there I never saw him again, but it felt like an auspicious sign for the beginning of my life there.
Posted by: Loretta | April 09, 2009 at 08:36 AM
My daughter and I had a similar conversation the other day after we saw a VW 'Lady' Bug painted red with black spots on it. She said to me, "It's people who do things like that, that makes me happy... Because it just makes my day!"
More power to the people who aren't chained to the idea of 'fitting in' but willingly go forth and inspire individuality... Let your freak flags fly high, I say!
P.S. Love, love, love, This American Life and I'm proud to say I'm a subscriber.
:-)
Posted by: Embe | April 09, 2009 at 09:29 AM
What's going on? I didn't realize you could be so philosophical, so enlightening, so analytic of the depths of the human soul...
Oh, Looky Daddy, ye of many hats...
Posted by: Scientific Chick | April 09, 2009 at 12:49 PM
Leaving the Cleveland airport on our way to a family reunion, my family glanced at the car stopped next to ours at a light and saw that it contained a clown family-- a clown mom and dad, two clown kids, and even a clown dog with a hat and ruff. It looked like an ordinary car ride for them. 20 years later, it's practically the only thing I remember about Cleveland.
Posted by: KGS | April 09, 2009 at 01:42 PM
Awesome.
My husband came home from the gym one day happier than normal. He had been running on a treadmill for awhile, getting into "the zone" when he looked up and saw a guy wearing a spiderman outfit walk past him, get a another treadmill and start running. The guy did about 15 minutes, hopped off and left.
Hubs still laughs when I ask about it.
Posted by: Sunflowerfairy | April 09, 2009 at 10:50 PM
I used to do business with a company in downtown San Francisco. There was an apartment building across the street from their offices. One of the tenants was nicknamed "Mister Bator" for the act he performed (nearly daily from the reports I heard) in his apartment for all to see.
Posted by: Teri | April 10, 2009 at 12:20 AM
I recently found my missing "Batman" helmet (a black motorcycle helmet, with a Batman bat-symbol sticker on the front), only to realize its time in the garage had destroyed its protective innards. Part of my disappointment was because, during its better days, a smallish child saw the sticker, pointed at me and said "Batman!"
Posted by: serns | April 10, 2009 at 12:53 AM
That's great!
I try to give one honest compliment to a stranger every day.
Posted by: Sadia | April 10, 2009 at 02:33 AM
it's not superman, and perhaps it's just rationalizing clumbsiness, but in college there was a huge brick path around the central lake and fountain and it constantly caught people's shoes and send them catching for their balance and inevitably you would snicker. but that's when i learned the lesson i could either turn an awful shade of red and die of embaressment or know that i just brightened someone's day and gave someone a chuckle.
so, different approach, same result?
Posted by: fara | April 10, 2009 at 06:20 PM
I heard the same story on This American Life a little while ago. I was struck at the end with the mention that superman's girlfriend had died a few years before. It's an amazing coping mechanism, but it sure adds a melancholy note to the story.
Posted by: dave | April 10, 2009 at 09:04 PM
He certainly understands the essence of who a Superman is, and it's not about powers.
Posted by: CK Lunchbox | April 10, 2009 at 11:16 PM
That's one of my favorite episodes of "This American Life". I remember thinking during the introduction, "Oh, this guy is nuts," but by the end of it, I didn't feel that way at all. I think he's anything but crazy...or rather, if he's IS crazy, then we need more crazy like that in this world.
Posted by: Julia O'C | April 13, 2009 at 09:41 PM
I love Leslie sightings. :) I saw him one day in Austin, very soon after I'd first moved there, walking around in a hot-pink bikini. My husband saw him down by Toy Joy another time, bending over to pick something up off the ground, seemingly very purposefully with his thonged arse facing the street.
Posted by: renata | April 14, 2009 at 04:17 PM
Don't evenknow how I came across your blog but so happy I did.
Posted by: ruth | April 23, 2009 at 03:54 AM
Our next door neighbor (a 60-ish black man with the happiest eyes you've ever seen) wears a rainbow colored propeller beanie cap 100% of the time for exactly the same reason: because it makes people smile. We've lived here for 2 years and I have it on good authority that for more than a decade he's never, ever been spotted without it on (I presume he has more than a few of them).
You know how adults have a general tendency to make absolute fools of themselves in order to get babies to smile and giggle? I can't help but wonder -- when exactly do we stop doing that to other people - making *their* happiness *our* priority? (Snarky Answer: when you get a job in government or retail).
But you're precisely right about Superman guy, Beanie guy -- being the 'gift you didn't know you wanted'. There's a very fine line between slightly crazy and powerfully inspirational: maybe if the general majority of the population were all willing to move just a step or two further away from 'cranky uptight control freaks' we too might find that happy middle ground of giving happiness to others.
Posted by: Viaggiatore | April 25, 2009 at 12:29 PM