But I'm not, so I'm not.

If I were a month, I would be September.

If I were a day of the week, I would be Thursday.

If I were a time of the day, I would be dusk.

If I were a planet, I would be Mercury.

If I were a sea animal, I would be a barnacle.

If I were a piece of furniture, I would be a piano bench.

If I were a liquid, I would be gasoline.

If I were a gemstone, I would be jade.

If I were a kind of weather, I would be a cirrus intortus.

If I were a color, I would be navy.

If I were an emotion, I would be curious.

If I were a fruit, I would be a kiwi.

If I were an element, I would be Mg 12.

If I were a food, I would be soup.

If I were a material, I would be teflon.

If I were a taste, I would be umami.

If I were a scent, I would be fresh-from-the-factory new car smell.

If I were an animal, I would be a giraffe.

If I were a song, I would be repetitive but catchy.

But I am me, and strangely, "me" so much more difficult to characterize.