WAITING TO EXPLODE

Sometimes I wish, today being one of those times, that I were the human embodiment of an explosion waiting to happen; a peculiar dynamic of chemistry and physics that would allow me to convert the whole of my body into a highly volatile substance capable of generating an explosion equal to that of my mass. A human time bomb.
Imagine having the capability to instantaneously shift from living organic tissue into unrealized kinetic energy; a being whose effectiveness is solely dependent upon its present density. Moving from solid state to high velocity in the time it took you to blink. My blood. My flesh. My bones. All of it, unstable.
I was Joe. I was a bomb. I have detonated. I am Joe, and around me there is nothing.
In the vacuumed white instant immediately following my explosion, the wildly disassembled molecules which comprise my being would slowly begin to seek one another out, like blind strangers at a cocktail party. Moments later, I would be standing before you once again. A man reformed, standing in the epicenter of the blast radius; the only living thing in this rapidly blooming flower of rolling force, sudden smoke, and fresh rubble.
I could see how that might be useful. I could also see how such a person would be difficult to make friends with. Who are we kidding? I’d be the loneliest man on Earth.
The thing that brought about my end would have to be a much greater force than I, and I’d probably receive a stamp upon my head: RETURN TO SENDER, ADDRESS UNKNOWN.
No one wants to open a package like that.