If I were impossibly strong, or could blow things up with my mind, I can't really say I would do anything beneficial to the rest of humanity. In fact, I would do the exact opposite. I might still live a normal life, until someone pisses me off. Boom, squish, zap. Goodbye. Then I go somewhere else.
I mentioned in another blog one of my flaws... I hate others who succeed. Period. I can't play board games, sports or games like Street Fighter. I lack that ability, to be genuinely happy for someone else when it puts them above me. I don't think anyone should be made to feel inferior. But I'm a hypocrite, because if I had any power whatsoever, that's exactly what I'd do.
When you have to work so much harder to find happiness, seeing those who have it is the strongest irritant you've ever felt. And then they complain about the things that don't matter; like, I don't know, staining a new shirt or scuffing your expensive shoes. And god forbid you get a dent on your mid-life crisis mustang.
I could not be a judge. I could not have power, of any kind. I would tear down the platforms of those above me just to leave them crushed in the rubble, then light a gas fire on top and roast mellows on it.
Gladly, I can't. My limits keep me sane. But just in a case a freak accident gives me super powers- you have been warned.