Sitting outside a Starbucks late into the night with two amazing genius-friends of mine, it suddenly became clear to me I was the least poetic and the most dumbass-ish at the table.
Friend #1: Well, you know, I always say it's good to get comfortable walking on quicksand. I'll be able to adjust.
Friend #2: Ha. I prefer to think of myself of as a dandelion seed -- wherever I land, I'll put down roots and grow somehow.
[Both friends turn and look at me, waiting.]
Me: ... Well, shit. What, I need a metaphor for a self-description now?