[ WP ] You live in a world where every person receives a superpower on their 18th birthday . You eagerly count down the seconds then shriek in horror as you are given a power no one would ever want to be stuck with .

`` So what's your power?'' Kevin, my older brother, asked for the twentieth time after I've cooled down a bit. I had been pacing about since my superpower had awakened and, like everybody else on the planet, thoroughly understood the nature of my power. This was coupled with minutes of cursing and yelling and basically panicking much to my brother's confusion. `` Come on, it ca n't be that bad. Remember what they say that there are no useless powers?'' 
 
 Yes, I do remember that. The blanket statement that supposed to cheer people with less-than-stellar powers up and encouraged them to explore their power for uses they might not have thought of. It's non-applicable here. 
 
 `` I know... But this is differ-'' 
 
 `` No but. You know this. We all know this. Superpowers are always beneficial to their users at the basic level. This is a scientifically proven fact and we all learned it back in elementary.'' Kevin's interruption was dripped with somewhat justified annoyance. My actions seemed irrational after all. `` There is no power that can hinder or directly harm its user's life. And even if it could then it would n't without the user's conscious decision. All those spooky stories about dying from powers is made up. Fire users wo n't burn themselves. Mind readers' power wo n't activate on its own. The power to inflict death upon yourself comes from a novel and does n't exist in real life. Etc. Etc. There's literally nothing to be sad or be upset or whatever you are feeling right now. 
 
 `` So please, just tell me what your power is so we can discuss it's potential and see how useful it is.'' 
 
 I ducked my head throughout his rant and cooked up a way to explain my situation. The power is not a hindrance per se. The notion of using it, however, is a big hindrance. This power is useless and the quickest way to make him know is to demonstrate, but demonstrating it is kind of hard too. Cupping my head in my hands, I wondered why must I have this problematic power in the first place as I answered the question he's been asking for the past 20 minutes. 
 
 `` A random power.'' 
 
 Silence fell upon us for about a minute. I did n't dare look up to see what face Kevin was making but I bet it's of utter confusion. `` What do you mean?'' 
 
 I groaned out loud but elaborated anyway, `` Random. When I activate my power, I get a random power. It could be flying or super strength or transformation or magic or anything. There is no way to predict what will come out and I wo n't even know what HAS come out. I just know that I have randomly selected one power from a pool of who-knows-how-many-there-is. And that ’ s it, random power! 
 
 `` Are you satisfied now?'' 
 
 Kevin said nothing and just stared at me. His feature was stoic and kind of hard to read. I was thinking about saying something when he decided to stand up, walk up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. `` I'm sorry,'' was what he said before he silently excused himself out of the room. 
 
 I swore his hysterical laughter was heard throughout the entire neighborhood.
