Shark Week...

     This time last year I was enduring the frightening sleepless nights at the beach caused by Shark Week playing on the television.

Galeophobia- Fear of Sharks.

I was always frightened by these monstrous evil creatures, but I never thought I had a legit phobia till this morning when I tried to engage in the Shark Week phenomenon that has swept America... 
     So there I was, sitting on my couch watching shark attack after shark attack. I was feeling kinda dizzy and light headed. I ignored the strange behavior and continued watching the near death experiences. As I watched I learned that two "myths" that I held onto so dearly were "not necessarily true!?" Apparently sharks will hunt a little after feeding time (fatties), and sometimes they don't even care if there are dolphins, the will eat you anyway!? (In my mind dolphins are the Power Rangers of the sea) Then I began shaking. This is not normal, I could feel the blood leaving my head. I began to picture what I would do if a great white human hunting shark had leaped from the depths of the ocean and lunged my  helpless body into the sky with its jagged shark teeth. I could take no more, I was scaring the crap out of myself! I was scared, like "when it's late and you turn off the lights and shine a flashlight at your face while making extremely scary faces in the mirror" scared. I immediately turned the television off, and I sat on my couch thinking to myself, "next week my family, my friends, and I are going to be splashing around in a sharks front yard like it's the ball pit at chuck-e-cheese, with out a worrisome thought in our minds. I feel that if anything touches my leg, arm, foot etc... in the ocean I would instantly die of fear. Either that or I would turn into Chuck Norris and beat the crap out of every living shark that comes in contact with me. 


Who knows,
Morgan/Sunny Rae