What is Wrong With You?!?

Here's a scenario that may seem familiar:

Random Friend: I wanna go to the beach
Katrina: I'm scared of water
Friend: What?
Katrina: I don't do bodies of water
Friend: Why?
Katrina: I don't know, I think I was drowned is a past life. Bodies of water terrify me. If it's not enclosed and chlorinated, I don't get down with it
Friend: Katrina, what is WRONG with you!?!

Those of you that know me, know I don't like bodies of water. Lakes, oceans, rivers, I don't discriminate, I hate them ALL. SO bad that I find it hard to even look at the Hudson or the Chatahoochee without freaking the hell out. This past weekend, we had a boat ride in the city and I almost lost it before finally getting on the boat. It stressed me out and I hated every second of it. Not even my brother's antics made me feel better.

Anyway, I have a bit of information for those who think I'm just being a drama queen. Check
this shit out and try to call me crazy. If you read, it says a shark bit her in SHALLOW water, not even the middle of the ocean. So you fools who think things like the movie "Open Sea" are fake and far-fetched, see it for yourselves.

So the next time you say something about the beach and I tell you I don't do bodies of water, don't ask what the hell's wrong with me. Instead, turn that around and ask yourself what's wrong with you! Cuz only a crazy person would want to swim with the sharks...

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