The author articulates a strong hatred for octopuses, describing them as alien and unnerving creatures that evoke fear and disdain. This animosity traces back to childhood experiences, including a disturbing documentary on octopus attacks. Despite acknowledging the irrationality of this fear, the author is motivated to confront it through viewing the documentary 'My Octopus Teacher'. Although the initial viewing induces feelings of nausea, the author recognizes the depth of their perception, comparing octopuses to a fictional monster, the Boogeyman, in an effort to reconcile their intense emotions.
I hate octopus. I hate thinking about them, I hate looking at them, and I refuse to eat them. I'm not sure where the disdain for these fucked up, alien fish things came from.
Some people have called my hatred and fear irrational. Sure, it's definitely tainted my desire to do anything in the ocean. I don't want to go fishing or snorkelling.
My boss asked me if I had seen the documentary where the South African dude wants to fuck the octopus after finding out about my fear. I had not and firmly vowed that I would never put myself through the hell of watching it.
I got chills (not in a good way) when watching the documentary, and although I was initially repulsed, I understand I'm likening octopuses to the Boogeyman.
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