I'm really really good with metaphors. Unfortunately for me, I hate poetry, but I've found that metaphors are effective in comedy as well.
Unfortunately, my left brain is tragically underdeveloped. I swear to god, I cannot think linearly. Makes public speaking a nightmare because my thoughts have a tendency to blur together. Maybe it helps me make connections quickly, hence my aforementioned handiness with analogy.
I also find life to be downright hilarious, sometimes. When I'm not depressed, (and sometimes, especially when I'm depressed) everything seems to be so absurd. Then when I place the absurdity of life next to the elegance of everything else in the universe, it gets even stranger.
I think I have a fairly unique perspective on things, but I might be wrong. I often am.
I'm running on no sleep and 500 mg of caffeine for the past 24 hours, by the way. But I think you've gotten an adequate tour of my endlessly fascinating psyche.
I love my ability to be creative, my sense of humour and style when I can be bothered to throw something nice together. I used to keep a scrapbook of clothes I wanted to add to my wardrobe when I was 13 or so and people were surprised by how stylish I could be when I put my mind to it. I just didn't have the money to purchase any of those things until much much later.