But, When It Comes To The Ocean...

I don't care for swimming in it.

Is that weird? I love the beach, as long as I'm on solid land and dry? Maybe it's just the whole atmosphere of the beach. I mean, I don't know about you, but I can't help it but to enjoy having to hop, skip, and jump across the desert-like sand to prevent getting third degree burns on my feet. And then, when you make it to the shade, standing there for a minute, letting the cool sand seep in between your toes while the rest of your body gets a mini-shock from the extreme temperature changes.
The food, though almost costing BOTH arms and legs, can be smelled within a full mile radius of the beach, if not more. Not to mention, it's one of the few places that sells Fried Dough outside of amusement parks and County Fairs and/or Carnivals. And, if you're real lucky, you can sometimes find a beach with it's own Carnival! :: raises eyebrows ::
Almost no drama is ever within earshot, and that which is becomes drowned out with the noise of the other thousands of beach-goers. Everyone is just in their own little happy paradise at the beach.

And now back to my initial point...

I don't like the water. Ocean water, specifically. Not that I have anything against the concept of ocean water, because by all means, if you want to go swimming in it, go for it. Heck, I'll even stay out so you can have more room to yourself! (You can thank me later. :: winks ::) You know what I think it is? I think it's the temperature. I'm very prone to loss of circulation due to extreme cold, so I can only stand that of the ocean for a few minutes, at most. Oh, and let's not forget how brutal those huge *** waves are when they come crashing down on my little five-foot-one, hundred-and-ten pound frame. All-in-all, I would say ocean plus me equals baaad. Ha ha. 
SteelersGurl07 SteelersGurl07
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May 4, 2011