I’m kind of proud of myself. Yesterday I did something I’ve never been able to do. I actually came up with an analogy. I was writing a review on the website VacationPlanning.net, and I compared visiting Las Vegas with dating the bad boy in high school. I said, “You know the risks, but you can’t help but hop on the back of his motorcycle and go for a ride.”
Sure, it’s a small thing, and maybe not even that great of an analogy, but I’ve always been envious of the people who could come up with gems like “Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze” (that one courtesy http://tsl.vox.com/library/post/25-great-analogies.html) seemingly off the top of their head. Again, it’s a small victory, and a very personal one, but aren’t those sometimes the best kind? Like the freshest flower in a summer bouquet, or catching a green light when you’re in a hurry, or … wait, maybe I’d better stop while I’m ahead.