Few people know about my fear of boats . . . large boats actually. Speed boats are fine, dingys: bring it on. But not 40 ft+ sailboats or cruise ships, nuh uh no way. White Squall scarred me for life. I literally cried and had panic attacks when my dad moved onto a sailboat because I was convinced I was going to end up like the wife trapped in the boat and drown. This probably goes hand in hand with my fear of drowning . . .
When I was about 4 years old I was over at my grandma’s house swimming with el broham. I didn’t know how to swim yet but I was chillin’ in an innertube. Short story, even shorter: somehow I flipped my self upside down. My mom looks over and there are my legs sticking out of the innertube thrashing like crazy. She jumped in with all her clothes on and saved me. I’m a decent swimmer but put my head under water?? Oh god. Panic attack. Swim in anything deeper than 8 ft? Eff you.
Anyway, its pretty windy out today and this damn ferry is ALL OVER THE PLACE. And the crazy, quasi-alchoholic keeps feeling the need to draw attention to how high the waves are hitting the sides of the ferry. I hate big boats.
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