Greetings, To tell you a little about myself i am a songwriter/musician, a college student majoring in visual arts with an emphasis in painting, and a minor in folklore, and a performance artist.

a few of my likes: i like big ideas, and big dreams, optimists, good books including comic books, people that can disagree, but discuss a subject respectfully instead of arguing, animals, games, and islands and much more.

a few of my dislikes: the ocean, needless negativity, people that will not allow themselves to think outside of the box or to admit that the possibilities are limitless, deep sea fish, grammar and punctuation, math, anything that limits or restricts me i find intolerable, being ignored, being bored, being in any situations that i am unable to escape, including but not limited to the situation that is life presenting you with death that is inescapable, time, and due dates and much more.

Hello and welcome to the forum. Philosophy and an interest in the arts and music often seem to go hand in hand.

What's the story with disliking the ocean? Welcome.

it may sound strange but i am thalassophobic, meaning i am very very afraid of the sea. to me everything about the sea says stay out. there are monsters in the sea or at least monsterous animals. there are things in there that may eat you, sting you, or drag you down into the darkness until you implode, because of the enormous presure or simply drown. also there are hurricans and tidal waves. its a completely alien world in which we cannot survive . i'm not sure who first said this, but there is a saying that goes, a man that doesnt fear the sea is soon to drown. i do realise though that my fear of the sea is a little irrational, and one day i hope to over come it or at least be able to control it.

one thing about me that is also a little weird and a little sad is that i am obsessed with islands, and use them a lot in my paintings, but my fear of the sea prevents me from visiting any.

There was a time I was so desparete for a sail, that I took a chance and went out in heavy fog, and get this, without a compass, or a radio...The wind picked up, and the waves were high out of the East of Lake Huron...I was good enough while I could see the outline of the sun through the fog..When that was done, I felt awfully alone, which is the pleasure of sailing a small boat, because unlike most loneliness, it is easily ended...I was afraid of ending up sailing through the straits of Mackinaw...I guess I was just afraid that big old lake would swallow up this minnow as it has so many better men...The boat had a terrible weather helm, and I sailed backwards for a spell in the dark, keeping a close eye on the waves breaking on the rocks of Mackinaw Island...Then I said a prayer, hiked up the keel, and fell off the wind...I sailed north until I could hear the waves on little St. Martin's, and St. Martin's Islands, and from there West to land on the Beach near the Ojibway reserve...Hooray...

Wow, that honestly sounds nightmarish to me. were i live some nights out on old roads away from town in the sticks a fog will sit down and its so disorienting a few times my imagination has taken over, and i have started thinking crazy things like fog monsters or that when i get out of the fog i will have been taken to some strange unknown place. i cant say what i would do out on the sea in a fog other than panic.