inseptiv

One afternoon during my Grade 8 year, my English teacher asked the class to provide examples of metaphors and similes. I suppose we must have been doing that every year for a while by then. I wasn't once called on by a teacher for this particular usage assignment. Now I want to think up answers for that metaphor/simile class as if I were there today. I was never a precocious 12 year old, using clichs like they were new to the world, envied by mousy teachers, the girls who watched Astroboy and Robotech at 4pm, or the girls who already knew how to french kiss. And I am still not a boy revealing some glimmer of future verbal aptitude. Tired analogies that gleam like clichs are all I'm good for...

"My cheerful mood of the past few days has dispersed like flies leaving the maggot home of a dead robin."

"My boredom, an orangutan normally incapicitated by Serax and Effexor, starts to beat the bars and rock the cage."

If they had called on me I probably would have said something about roses and clouds like everyone else. I'm confused by what this insight offers me.