Making sense of the world without analogies is kind of like riding a bicycle without handlebars. You can do it for a few blocks, but eventually you’ll be facedown with a healthy mouthful of pavement. It helps me understand and cope with any unsettling facts on the ground especially during important world events.
Voting is like throwing confetti out of window in a fifty-story building. Sometimes it lands where you want, sometimes it doesn’t, sometimes a bird grabs convinced it’s food.
It’s sort of like when you’re ready, locked in and hankering for New England Clam Chowder. You see “chowder special” scrawled in chalk on the sandwich board out front. Then the steaming bowl arrives, and it contains the unmistakable glow of tomato soup. It’s Manhattan Clam Chowder, and since you never asked for clarification, there’s no sending it back.
Watching cable news is like laying on a medieval torture device. The rack comes to mind…and body. You lay there in excruciating pain for hours, if not days on end, but there are moments of unexpected bliss when contorted into a foreign position you’re suddenly comfortable, albeit for a nanosecond.
Talking politics with someone whom you disagree is quite similar to playing volleyball with a rabid racoon. It involves drooling, frothing and usually happens at night surrounded by overturned garbage cans.
And now I know why they removed analogies from the SAT.
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