Franklin Richards I PSI

"Sometimes I wonder if, at 21, I shouldn’t know a little more about myself. Others my age seem to know who they are, what they want, where they're going... at least they pretend to, and some of them are doing damn well, and then I look at myself, son of two geniuses with powers that could theoretically shape entire realities... and I can't even manage to squeeze my damn toothpaste properly or order a drink that isn't completely overpriced. I mean, sure.. I could create a version of myself that knows everything... but that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? And cheating always feels like the shortest route back to the same misery. But maybe it’s okay not to know exactly who you are. Maybe that's normal, even human, and God knows that after all the chaos I’ve caused or prevented in recent years, sometimes I don’t even know which, I just want to be... normal. I don’t want to get stuck in the torment, not in the mistakes, not in the fear, not in the moments that almost crushed me. I want to move forward, even if I stumble. Maybe today it's enough not to be perfect, not to be omniscient, not to be Richard’s super production. Maybe I’ll dye my hair blue, or have a funny, colorful picture shaved into my pubic hair, and maybe I’ll just accept that it’s precisely these bad decisions that lead to good ones... I just can’t lose my sense of humor, my self-irony... even if it might rub some people the wrong way."