Personalities.

I go walking around in my galoshes, hoping to get soaking wet.

Everywhere I go, I'm stepping into these massive puddles: shallow, with not much depth to them no matter how far I go in.  I move on.

Next,  I encounter a few lakes. They're deeper, but narrower. I find the lack of space constricting, and I quickly escape.

Then I remove my galoshes. And that's when I fall into the iris of an eye, and suddenly I'm drenched.