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The other superpower I have is everyone wants to give me food.

All the time. Everywhere.

I have photos of aunties I don’t know putting food into my mouth in trains. My wife likes to tell the story about random strangers giving me food things, everywhere, even in places without much of a food-giving culture.

The true superpower is, I accept all the food I am given and I love all of it, which then makes people give me more food.

It’s like the most delicious karmic cycle