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Selachophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of sharks.

I really dislike sharks.

I think I just heard people attempting to bust open my door with a chopped down tree trunk, while simultaneously trying to light my apartment on fire with torches.

Beauty And The Beast style

WHAT? She doesn't like sharks? BURN DOWN HER HOUSE!

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I don’t understand the whole shark fetish. Shark week is the least cool week of the entire year. In fact, I don’t even turn on my television during shark week. Why would I ever want to take time out of my life, to sit down in front of the television, just to watch a fifteen foot long beast rip a seal, human, or boat to shreds? I would rather watch paranormal activity alone in a dark room. I realize that I spent a great deal of time in Australia, which is the sharkiest area in the world, but I did a pretty good job of staying away from them while I was there.

If you’ve been following my blog, you already know that I am apprehensive and opposing of any animal trying to kill me.

This includes, but is not limited to:

-Spiders the size of army tanks
-The time I had a dream that my dog was walking on two legs holding a shot gun
-The aliens from War of the Worlds

Sharks freak me out.

When I was six, my mom and I went on a camping trip, except, we weren’t REALLY camping. We stayed in a cabin with running water and a toilet. I suppose it was camping because we were in the mountains, and at night, we huddled around the fire pit and roasted marsh mellows? I don’t know.  There were no tents, but there WAS a television.

One morning, I turned on the television, hoping to catch the latest episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Much to my surprise, a grown up movie was on! My mom was getting ready in the bathroom, and if you know my mom, you know that her morning routine allows time for six episodes of T.M.N.T.  I began watching the grown up movie, which seemed like a fairly reasonable movie about nude grownups on a beach, sitting around a fire, and jumping into the ocean, (a perfectly suitable movie for a six year old)…Until I saw it—the monstrosity under water, thrashing a naked woman around like a dog with a chew toy. The water turned crimson as her limp, lifeless body floated on top of the ocean. All of the color drained from my face as I began screaming at the top of my lungs.

That is where my ludicrous aversion to sharks began.

The family trip to Universal Studios happened around age 15. I had been on all of the rides, some of them twice. I let King Kong rattle my cage. I stood fearlessly in center of a twister, as cows and bales of hay flew past me. I even took a trip back to the future. All of the rides seemed new and exciting…All but one, Jaws.

Approaching the fake large shark, next to the ride, hanging upside-down by its tail was too much for me. I did not want to stand next to the big fake shark, nor did I want to take a picture with my head inside the shark’s mouth for a novelty photo. I kept picturing the shark somehow falling free of the thick rope holding it to the wooden frame. I could see the possibility of it all happening, the fake shark would plunge toward me, mouth open, swallowing me whole.

But the ride? FORGET IT.

Whoever thought of a Jaws ride should be put on an island surrounded by sharks.
I’ve used this phrase multiple times throughout my life, to express my distaste for a particular group of people, who engage in behavior that I find offensive.

i.e. “People who drive in the passing lane, and go 40, should be put on an island surrounded by sharks.”

My family realized that the Jaws ride was the only ride we had not been on. Tauntingly, my loving father nudged me toward the ride.

“Hey Carley, ready to go on the Jaws ride?”
“No Dad.”
“We’re going!”
“No we’re not.”
“Yes we are!”
“I’m not going on that ride.”

I was about to suggest putting my entire family on an island surrounded by sharks, until Dad bribed me with five dollars.

I then used the five dollars to try and buy myself a new family when the ride was over.

Is my hipster shark less intimidating? No? I didn’t think so either.

Do you think the photographer who decided getting this close to a shark was a good idea, would be interested in sharing photo credit because my paint skills are so sweet?

No? I didn’t think so either.

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  1. I used to believe that there was a shark in my friends indoor pool. For a long time I never went down the deep end. Irrational? Yes. But still a fear.

    I suppose the only consolation I can give you is that sharks cannot yet walk on land. Once that happens, I’m afraid we’re all in trouble and we may have to relocate underground. But for now, just avoid water.

    • You know, it’s funny, because water doesn’t bother me. I actually grew up on the beach! It’s literally JUST seeing photos or footage of sharks that trips me up. Surfing, swimming, and boating I’m fine with, as long as I know that sharks aren’t trying to kill me. Lucky for me, here in New England, it’s too cold for sharks to breed!

  2. For some reason, I’m not a fan of being killed by sharks, either. I still feel certain that one came pretty close to me at the beach once. I was a kid, but the fin that popped out of the water looked a little too pointy to be a dolphin’s. And it was the only fin I saw– dolphins typically travel in groups.

    I got my skinny white ass the hell out of that water just in case.

  3. Such inexplicable hate for one of nature’s perfect killing machines! I have something that’ll fill you with dread: Here in Buenos Aires, there’s a large aquarium that’s renting out underwater rooms where you can sleep and be surrounded by sharks. Isn’t that crazy? I’m going in two weeks. 🙂

  4. Katrina @ 'Sota Is Sexy says

    Im so glad you found my blog and then I found your bog, too! And yes, we should definitely be blogger friends.

    Also? Shark week always falls on my birthday. It’s pretty much the worst thing ever.

    • REALLY? That’s so unfortunate! I would have my birthday legally changed. Is that possible? You should look into that. Thanks for checking out my blog, I’ll subscribe to yours now! It is truly hysterical. Come back soon 🙂

  5. Nice and funny blog.

    “-Spiders the size of army tanks”

    I have Arachnophobia and many times dream about big spiders. Now after reading about spider of size of tank i will surely have a nightmare tonight. 🙂

    • So sorry! I definitely didn’t mean to cause any nightmares, there are just some animals I’m not down with. I can already hear PETA banging on my door. I like dogs though, dogs are totally cool in my book! Thank you for reading 🙂

  6. Yeah, I don’t much understand fascination with sharks, either. I’m not terrified by them, but my dad tried to get me to go night swimming when I was little and I just wouldn’t have it. However, I AM terrified of bees. “They’ll leave you alone if you don’t bother them” people say. “It’s a completely irrational fear” people say. I firmly believe that bees are out to get me. 😐

    • PLEASE! My mom tried to get me to go swimming with sharks in Disney Land and I started hyperventilating in the tank, and lifeguards had to swim out to get me. Traumatizing. They were only tiny sand sharks, but I was convinced they were going to eat me!

  7. Lachy Mac says

    Carley!!! first of all… nice website! second of all… You would be pleased to know that 3 out of my last 5 surfs have been blessed with a shark sighting. Ebs and I started getting into a bad habit of paddling out late in the evening (due to his new full time employment) and hence we enjoyed the spectacle of feeding time! I hope this makes you feel better!
    The last surf we had though, A huge pod of dolphins came! There were about 30-40 and they were doing flips, swimming upside down, riding the waves, swimming underneath us and just generally engaging in any activity which they would gain enjoyment out of. so cool! polar opposite of sharks!

  8. It seems there are loads of people traumatized by sharks after watching Jaws. Thank you, Spielberg.

  9. Buster411 says

    I too have an irrational fear of sharks, but I still think that jaws is a great movie, because who doesn’t want to see a movie just to see how stupid it is. Also, the worst part is I have to write a paper on my fears.

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  11. I am so terrified of sharks and swimming in the ocean it’s ridiculous! It’s weird because as a kid I’d go swimming in the ocean all the time with no fear at all, but over the years this irrational fear has just gotten worse and worse. I’ve booked a holiday in January with my friends to Fiji (who just happen to LOVE the water) and I’ve made it my mission to get over this stupid fear before then – I’m sick of missing out!

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