Coral Reef

Coral Reef

One day when I was a kid, I very grandly announced to my parents that when I grew up, I was going to become a marine biologist. No doubt this surprised the heck out of my parents, as I had never shown any appreciable talent or interest in the biological sciences (my parents still speak in disbelieving, vaguely awed terms about the Sunday evening in grade 2 when I commented rather nonchalantly that I had a leaf project due the next morning. Cue my mother frantically running around our not-insubstantial front lawn scooping up handfuls of wet, moldy leaves whilst yelping, “Maple! I’ve got a Maple! And, um…oh crap, what is this?! Oh, Poplar! Okay, next show momma an Oak!”)

They were probably also a bit surprised by my exclamation on account of the fact that for as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of large bodies of water and the critters that dwell beneath them. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a phobia in the traditional sense of the word. I don’t break out into hives or shriek at the mere sight of a river (good thing, too, since I live right beside one.) I’m also not so weird about it that I won’t boat or even, say, swim with sharks in a highly sanitized experience at Walt Disney World. But honestly, the mere thought of even wading into the ocean up to my mid-calves fills me with a kind of dread I just don’t need in my life. It’s mostly the not knowing that creeps me out – like, what is down there going about its business while my legs dangle enticingly above? I think I’d be okay scuba diving (in a group, please – safety in numbers!) because at least I’d be down there with the things that want to eat me, you know? Because it’s better to see the things that are going to shock, sting, squeeze and bite me to death, I guess?

Anyhow, I think it goes without saying my future plans did not pan out. But don’t worry, I’m not too broken up about it (neither are my parents; imagine them trying to fix my neglected shark project two hours before deadline!) Turns out I’d far prefer to paint pretty coral reefs on my nails than actually be underwater with them. 😉

10 thoughts on “Coral Reef

  1. You know, I did. 🙂 It was one of those ones where I just started with no plan in mind and painted until it looked okay. Weirdly enough, sometimes those are the ones that turn out the best!

  2. These look awesome. I too told my parents I wanted to be a marine biologist. My mom was also very surprised. Glad mine never panned out either cuz the last thing I wanna do is go diving with creepy crawlies. I imagine myself hyperventilating at the sight of a mantra ray or something! And if I saw a shark I would poop myself and have a full blown panic attack.

    • Ha! Rule # 1 in scuba diving? Don’t poop in your wetsuit 😉

      And yet I still think sharks and other bitey, slimy things are pretty awesome – I love going to aquariums, and movies about predators of the deep are the best…I just don’t want to get really up close and personal with them. I’m also really, genuinely terrified of drowning. I’m sure a psychologist could have a field day with all these water-based phobias!

    • Why, thank you. Your blog both delights and terrifies me – I’ll live vicariously through your underwater adventures, because lord knows I ain’t goin’ down there! 🙂

      • Too cute, Sandra. So happy to have you on my dives (vicariously, of course!) 🙂 Love and bubbles, PT xxx

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