Shark Week

I'm going to let you in on a little secret...

I've never been swimming in the ocean, in fact I have never been in the ocean any deeper than my hips, and even that was way too deep for me. Really any depth where I feel I could be swept off of my feet and into deeper waters sends me into all but panic.

I am not the strongest swimmer, and I know that if I were to be swept out that I would not be able to swim back against the current before drowning.

But drowning is not what scares me about the "big blue" *cyber five for Finding Nemo reference!*.

No... it's these bad boys that terrify me.

Sharks... *shudder*

Oh man, even looking at this picture makes me want to wet myself! The way they swim, the way their eyes look, their multiple rows of serrated teeth, their gigantic size, their unpredictability, EVERYTHING just sends shivers down my spine!

If I were to be swimming in the ocean and encounter a Great White shark, I would probably die of cardiac arrest before the shark got a chance to bite me. That's how terrified I am of these magnificent creatures!

But for the amount of me that is terrified of these "monsters", there is another just as adamant part of me that is absolutely fascinated by them!

It's a weird, morbid curiosity that really leaves me more mesmerized than horrified, and for that, let me also admit that I am absolutely obsessed with Discovery Channel's "Shark Week"!!!

Just think, back to back episodes of shark-related television, twenty four hours a day for seven days straight... ummmm..... YES!

It is weird, I don't understand it myself, but I almost get giddy when this time of the year rolls around... giddy I tell you! I seriously grab a tub of ice cream, stay in my sweat pants, and giggle maniacally to myself  when the week starts, and I defy anyone who tries to interrupt me!

And last night when I was driving to the gym I remembered that I had forgotten to record the shark program I had been waiting for all week, "Sharkzilla", and literally let out an audible, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" right there in the drivers seat, nearly giving my poor friend I was taking with me a heart attack. She didn't know whether to laugh at me or be angry with me at my outburst over something so trivial, but I was so upset.

It's that bad.

So, dear people, I want to know... are YOU addicted to "Shark Week"?

Do you experience a strange fascination with something you're terrified of?

I do love a good story... :)