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| Prompt: Fishing - Have you ever gone fishing or been on a fishing trip? If so, what was your favorite part of the trip? *** Nope, I have never been fishing and probably never will. I have gutted and cleaned a fish (and octopus - very messy). I will happily eat fish and shellfish. But I don’t like fishing. And not for the common “I don’t like the idea of killing something/animal cruelty” position – which I respect but… I like to eat meat… It’s because I have ichthyophobia – a fear of fish. Or more precisely, encountering them in their natural environment – which is mostly in murky water that I cannot see the bottom of. I am fine with seeing them in fish tanks and aquarium. But the idea of swimming with them… Nope, nope, nope. Now, I could fish from a lake/riverbank, or a boat/kayak I hear you say and yes this might be true, BUT I also have an irrational fear of being pulled into said murky waters by said fish, or having a boat capsized… by the fish. I am aware that this is a completely idiotic fear. But I have seen TOO MANY films (JAWS) and TOO MANY docuseries about giant catfish… I even have a fear of swimming pools if I cannot see the bottom of it because of a film I should not have been watching when I was younger about a woman getting eaten by an alligator that had decided to “lay in wait” at the bottom of it. I am traumatised! I even have a real-life event that feeds into it. When I was about eight and lived in the Middle East with my parents (Saudi Arabia to be exact). We went to a hotel which had a lovely private beach and cove. It had a net across the entrance to the bay/cove thing, to stop big scarry things (like sharks) getting in. In the centre was an anchored Island. There were paddle boats that you could rent to putt about of the waves… But being a stubborn child and a very strong swimmer, I bet my father I could swim to the Island. Which didn’t seem as far from the sandy beach – however took considerably bloody longer when I was in the middle of the swim. Note: the distance was fine – it was probably 150/200m out if that and I’d swum 1500m by the time I was six and had the badge to prove it. No… the problem was that I suddenly became very frecking aware that I could not tell what was around me… in the water… and something, that felt rather large, touched my thigh as I was swimming. Now it was most likely seaweed, and my thigh was very small at the time… however, in my head it was a giant fish that had swum through the net as a baby fish and grew… I swam very, very fast to the island and refused to get back in the sea – waiting for a random paddle boater to rescue me… The other event… which was very reminiscent of JAWS…. Also happened in Saudi, or technically the Gulf Sea. I was water skiing (learning) and came off the rope. Thus, I was left floating in the sea, over the shelf so the sea was dark, while I waited for the speedboat to turn and come back for me – the cruel frecking muppets on the boat thought it would be funny to take a very wide turn, which added several minutes (left like hours) to the time I was left vulnerable and shark bait. I had the poster for JAWS in my head the entire time… That was bad enough… however a week later a man was swimming in the same spot and was attacked by a great white shark… (AND DIED). Needless to say – I did not go back in the water… In Summary - Fish are evil, but I will eat them. |
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