Superpower

I used to think I had a superpower. I never cried while cutting onions. I could cut up a hundred onions with nary a tear to be found. I thought I had something amazing. Stronger eyes? A less sensitive nose? Some miraculous genetic twist that kept me separate from the rest of humanity? A simple superpower, perhaps, but really quite practical. Who needs flying or superstrength or invisibility or webslinging or immortality when onions cannot affect me?

Turns out contacts are magical for stopping tears when cutting onions. I haven’t worn contacts in years. I’ve done a lot of crying.