Why Fishtanks Stress Me Out

Hi.  I'm Gina.
Things that are meant to de-stress people stress me out.
This is me:

 And this is why I hate fishtanks.

Back in the BCE's, the Japanese said "Hey, life is madd stressful what with war and famine and all.  I think that looking at some jellyfish float around in a tank of water would really calm me down."
And it did! And still does to this day.

 "This is like so relaxing I might fall asleep"

But jellyfish are expensive and you can't just go down to Coney Island and scrape them off the beach, that's illegal. So we adapted by combing the oceans and taking out any type of fish, throwing them in a tank with a plastic castle and a couple of snails.

  

Dramatization of a fishtank

And to billions of people everywhere, staring at a tank of water full of fish is more relaxing than the massage chairs at Brookstone.

Not to me.
Asking me to look at a fishtank for more than ten seconds makes me break out into a cold sweat.  Because instead of happy fish going about their everyday fish tasks of going to the market and visiting the castle, I can only imagine seeing this:

Random act of fish death.

Yes, every time I look at a fishtank, I imagine that I will see a fish roll over and die right in front of my eyes, that just as I am forming a visual bond and naming the little creature, its life will end with hardly a whisper of a warning.

THAT STRESSES ME OUT.

I don't want to see a fish DIE.  And I don't even like fish, unless they're rolled in rice and seaweed.

They die ALL THE TIME.  They have a lifespan of about a minute and fifty seconds.  So really, if you think about it, it's like watching a ticking timebomb waiting to explode.  Where's the calm in that?

So how people could just stare at a watery grave is just beyond me.

It's beyond me.