This is why sharks won't bring me down

As any person in denial, I would like to think I have my life together. But sometimes I am just a tweet away from losing faith in humanity (seriously, if you are in college or older, please stop calling out your exes). So it’s always nice to get away from social media or life or just twitter even if it’s only for a day. I had the great opportunity to leave all my worries behind this past Saturday and have a family girls' day at the beach.

I hadn’t been to the beach in 2 years. And if you know me then you know that it’s been that long because I usually dedicate an entire nonsensical Facebook album to it. I thrive at the beach. I attribute this to the fact that my Zodiac sign is a Cancer and as a crab, it is required to be in the water. Or something. Or perhaps I just enjoy the feeling of being submersed. It’s so freeing. The drive down there was great. Which is saying a lot because I hate spending time in cars. But I enjoyed the scenery and pleasantries of talking. But I was just hankering to get on that sand and into the water.

I could drag this out with my tales of my heart pounding when I saw the coast and how I was like an Anime character with hearts coming out of my eyes upon viewing the sand and water. But I think you get the point. The only problem in this story is that I had been watching Shark Week fairly frequently. STOP GROANING, PLEASE. I know. You either love Shark Week or you hate it. I choose to be bipartisan on the matter. But the fact that I had been watching it left a nervous notion in the back of my mind.

Still, it wasn’t enough to get me to stop from prancing in the water. However, I don’t know if fate just has a funny way of getting to me or I have my own TV show like The Truman Show, and everything I do is already scripted but of course my mom and I were walking out to change directions of where we were swimming and this lady screams to us to get out. I was worried that she was going to say that she had been monitoring us and she noticed we set up our umbrella wrong or something (which for the record was really difficult because it was huge and there were just three of us girls). But alas, it was to tell us they had spotted “a really big shark” near where we were swimming and it was going to eat us and we would die and we had to get out. At least that’s what I heard.

It was all hearsay but I believed the frantic tone in the woman’s voice. Some guys came up to us and were so nervous they could barely talk. When they investigated and came back they resigned it was just a dolphin. I truly believe that the woman who saw it noticed how scared they were and told them that for their peace of mind. And maybe she noticed how into it I was and told me it was a Sand Shark on purpose. Who knows? But if my life is like The Truman Show then that’s what I needed to hear.

I wouldn’t get back in the water after that. I was too scared. But to say I was basically swimming with a shark is pretty cool. And the fact that we Wikipedia’d how dangerous these sharks were and it said not very didn’t diminish how awesome my day was. So all in all getting to experience some sort of weird universe where TV becomes reality was interesting, to say the least. But it was still so freeing to get away. And I recommend the beach to anyone who wants to just forget about their worries. I went to sleep smiling that night dreaming about swimming with the sharks. But in a good way.