I have a secret; only a handful of people know it, but I am TERRIFIED of water. Let me be more precise... I'm terrified of bodies of water, you know, lakes, swimming pools... the sea...
Yeah, when I see a body of water, my feet go numb, my stomach churns, I feel like I'm losing balance and the panic sets in. Now, should I be in that body of water (yes, this happens), if you ask me to put my head under water, I would assume you're trying to kill me and I would act accordingly. Expect a "cat put into a full bathtub" reaction and you wouldn't be disappointed.
In fact, just think of me as a (relatively) furless, oversized cat with no chill.
Yeah, when I see a body of water, my feet go numb, my stomach churns, I feel like I'm losing balance and the panic sets in. Now, should I be in that body of water (yes, this happens), if you ask me to put my head under water, I would assume you're trying to kill me and I would act accordingly. Expect a "cat put into a full bathtub" reaction and you wouldn't be disappointed.
In fact, just think of me as a (relatively) furless, oversized cat with no chill.
With that said, not many people know this about me - usually because I tell them that I can't swim. If you happen to know me a bit better, you'll know that isn't true. I can swim. In fact, I can swim relatively well. I'm about as fast as a rhino swimming through quicksand, but I *can* swim...
Secondly, and possibly what seems contrary to every point I've written up until now - I enjoy swimming. I love being in the water (as I said - giant, hairless, chill-less cat).
Secondly, and possibly what seems contrary to every point I've written up until now - I enjoy swimming. I love being in the water (as I said - giant, hairless, chill-less cat).
Over the years, I've become a master at supressing my own terror, well, at least hiding it from anyone else. Usually.
So when BF tells me "Hey, babe, there's a new beginner scuba diving course starting at my school" (yes, he loves scuba diving) and then asks "you want to try it?" the part of my "self" that has all of the curiosity and none of the sense (again, refer back to cat like characteristics... I think I should have 2 or 3 lives left in the bank...) immediately says "YEAH I'D LOVE TO. Why not?" (of course, the part of my "self" that is in fact the cat that is perched on the edge of the bathtub is screaming "I'LL TELL YOU WHY NOT YOU FLAMING IDIOT").
I'm not sure what I thought it would involve. I'm not sure I thought at all!
Allow me to recount the tale of my first ever practical scuba diving lesson...
So when BF tells me "Hey, babe, there's a new beginner scuba diving course starting at my school" (yes, he loves scuba diving) and then asks "you want to try it?" the part of my "self" that has all of the curiosity and none of the sense (again, refer back to cat like characteristics... I think I should have 2 or 3 lives left in the bank...) immediately says "YEAH I'D LOVE TO. Why not?" (of course, the part of my "self" that is in fact the cat that is perched on the edge of the bathtub is screaming "I'LL TELL YOU WHY NOT YOU FLAMING IDIOT").
I'm not sure what I thought it would involve. I'm not sure I thought at all!
Allow me to recount the tale of my first ever practical scuba diving lesson...
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