This week has been.... challenging.

Work, home, socially, mentally, physically, emotionally. Let's be honest, with everything going on in the world these days, it's not that hard to just be exhausted with everyday tasks. Something as simple as actually pulling yourself out of bed and making yourself somewhat "presentable" for public feels overwhelming. Or, is that just me?

Either way, this week has been taxing to say the least and I for one am so happy that today is Friday. I don't care what anybody says or thinks, my big plans for this weekend are to do absolutely f*cking nothing. Why? Because I'm a grown ass adult and I can make that decision for myself if I want to.

Sure, I'll still clean my house and cook for my pups (yes, I cook them supper and lunch for the next day every single night, because that's just how I roll), but other than that? NO.

I don't wanna put on adult clothes, or work in the yard, or declutter anything. Basically, all I want to do is hang out with my pups, watch tv in my a/c, and drink booze. (I know, productive and not at all ridiculous, right?) And with my brother home this weekend, D will probably be running around with him for the most part, so I'll just be chilling and having some down time.

This week has not only taken as listed above, but it's also taken a toll on my wallet. Between hospital bills (blood draw), credit card payments, and regular bills in general, my wallet is like BBBIIITTTCHHHH, CALM DOWN!! Luckily, it was all for bills and not fun stuff (lucky probably isn't the right word, but we have a house, electricity, and water for another month!), so while it sucks, I don't feel guilt for it. 

So.... in a few hours, no one will be hearing from me or seeing me, because I will be hibernating (ie: hiding!) in my cave with Tayder, Spart, and Xur. If y'all need me, I'll catch you come Monday! 

My irrational fears: Sharks and why I fear the ocean out of respect.

Someone asked me one time what I was scared of. Afterall, some people are scared of spiders or small spaces, others clowns, and honestly the list just keeps going on. I couldn’t think of anything off the top of my head, so I let them know I wasn’t sure.

Of course, jokes were made that “I wasn’t scared of anything” and I “must be related to John Rambo” but the truth is, there are things that scare me. I just needed a minute to think them through.

You see, I have fears that are a little.... how should I say this?.... we'll go with odd. I wouldn’t say I’m the oddest given the fact that some people are afraid of cellophane, but that’s neither here nor there.

My list of fears include: ventriloquist dummies, outer space, falling from high places (I’m not actually afraid of heights, but I am afraid of falling from somewhere high), Freddy Kreuger.... and sharks.

Actually, if I’m being fair, the entire ocean in general petrifies me, but I’m sticking with sharks on this go around. I’m not sure why, when I was a kid I loved swimming out and would go out pretty far. I wasn’t in the same skill set as an Olympic swimmer or anything, but I was decent enough. My brother, cousins, friends, and I used to horse around out there with no more than a half thought. We would all be out there for HOURS and never once did we think about being eaten alive.

And now? It seems the older I get, the more bodies of water sharks terrify me.

It probably doesn’t help that some of my favorite movies include sharks (have y’all seen Deep Blue Sea?), and that I won’t stop watching them, even though clearly it’s becoming a problem. (Anxiety, amirite?!).

So, what does my dumbass do even though it could potentially give me heart failure?! Well, I watched a particularly terrifying movie that was literally my worst f*cking nightmare crammed into 85 minutes.... 47 Meters Down.

Yeah, because that isn’t my greatest fear come true.

You know what I learned from this movie?! I learned that #1: You NEVER trust a man named Taylor and #2: If you have a fear and your gut is telling you to not do that shit, then you should probably listen to yourself and NOT do it.

Also, if you have a fear of sharks that takes you to the point of hyperventilation.... you should probably be smarter than me and stop watching shark movies. You know, those who can't do, teach, and such.