I used to be totally fine with the ocean. Then I went in the water and got stung by a jellyfish. I wouldn't go back in the next day, and my dad told me I was being a wuss. So I went back in, and what happens? I got stung again.
Sure taught HIM a lesson about accusing me of irrational fears.
It's perfectly rational not to go in the ocean, as far as I'm concerned...humans are just NOT meant for that...well, unless we're in submarines!
And these days, I see NO point in beach vacations. The ocean is not something I want to play in, the beach is boring as hell, all the suntan lotion, heat, and sand in everything--honestly, that would be a freaking WASTE of my time.