Shark!!

Maybe my fear of being eaten by sharks can be attributed to the fact that I was obsessed with Animal Planet or  because I watch way to much shark week. Wherever this fear has originated from it is a deep and very real fear for me. Helplessness, vulnerability and the inabilaty to fight back something that is ultimately way more powerful than I am, is a daunting thought. Whenever I find myself swimming in a pool or lake I find the thought of having that giant behemoth lurking behind me, waiting to strike my helpless body.

It's not dying that is the real fear, its the struggle of getting to that point. Even if im in a ten foot deep pool that is crystal clear, full of people, my mind flushes all of thes blatantly obvious indicators out and puts me into the open ocean. The small bumps and nudges of those around me turn into inquiring taps from a man-eater, sampling his soon to be lunch. If ever my feet were to leave the tiled bottom of that pool floor, the ten feet soon turns to a bottomless pit of nothingness, a perfect hiding place for something like a shark. It sounds rediculous, even to me, but no matter how I try to reason with myself or tell myself how ludicrous I am it just makes it worse. The more i think about it, the more real it becomes.