Superman

I am as perfect as it's possible to be. Most people I know have one form of label or another. It can be for physical or mental health, lifestyle or a social disadvantage or belonging to one of the ever growing number of identifiable minority groups. All these labels that are applied to people carry the implication that the person is not quite normal in some respect. Perhaps at a disadvantage to others or having a peculiarity which marks them in some way to make them different from the rest of us. I have no such labels hence I must be the yardstick by which everyone else is measured, hence I must be perfect. I am superman.

I am a white, Anglo-saxon protestant in the homeland of such people. No one discriminates against me because of my nationality, colour or religion. I went to school in a normal comprehensive; I'm married with children and go to work. Therefore, I'm not on benefits, gay or disadvantaged because of my education. I have managed to propagate my genes as a human is supposed to. I am not on anybody's statistics table.

I'm not vegetarian so I am not restricted to the token 'veggie' dish on the restaurant menu. The one that makes the waiter roll their eyes because they have to ask the chef to rifle the bottom of the larder only to find they have run out. I can eat practically anything and can't be considered fussy. I don't have a fit because the food I want comes with peas. 

I am in good physical health and am rarely sick. My teeth and my hair are all my own and nothing has been removed or fallen off. I am not allergic to anything and I have no recurring problems or old war-wounds that require me to be signed of sick from time to time. I have no mental health issues and take no drugs prescribed or otherwise. I am not dyslexic and my eyesight is not particularly bad. I am not rich or famous and I would not be deemed vulnerable. I am distinctly average and therefore perfect and clearly superman. On the other hand does that make me dull, uncommitted and bland? Superman; more like Clarke Kent.