Am I like, a cauldron of naked, seething, roiling emotion on here at all times, or what? Is that how I come across, and not even realize it? Other times I feel like I come off like a real cold fish.
Not that the two are mutually exclusive! It's true a fish is a cold-blooded creature. But that fact of the fish's metabolism doesn't mean the fish itself has no feelings! Cold it may be, but beneath its scaly and inscrutable exterior, who can say this so-called "cold fish" is not seething with fishy emotions of its own? As it swims through its sea of chilling currents and a shifting glimmer of bubbles, ever on edge, alert for the shadow of a sudden predator, watchful against the reversals of some unexpected "sea change"? Fish lives are fraught with drama, man. Perhaps the reserve that we interpret as a "cold fish" is in fact a stoic resolve, cultivated in response to the harsh environment of the briny depths!
And what the heck is a "sea change" anyway? I tell you, Shakespeare came up with some real dogs, in with the gold-plated eternal slammers. Sayings-wise.
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