Oceans. They're a metaphor for people, I always say. one day, they're all calm, peaceful, and serene. The next, they're a roiling, tumbling mess of crashing waved and howling wind.
If people are oceans, then I'd like to think I'm an ice floe. Cold, uncaring, and just floating through the motions of everyday life, my head somewhere else, I don't know, maybe still attached to Antarctica or something. I was proud to call myself an ice floe. That is, until I floated into the tropical oceans of (middle/high) school, where there are hurricanes every day, and the heated waters are causing me to melt.