I'm not afraid of dying. I'm not afraid of the unknown. I love the dark. When I walk through a woods at night, the thought that something bad might happen to me never even crosses my mind. I'm not afraid of trying anything. But that singular fear... getting walked in on while halfway through dressing up is still the one that I just can't ever get over. Seriously, I'm locked in my room, and all I want to do is see how this one damn skirt looks with this pair of shoes that I don't really like but got suckered into buying because they were less than $15 with the BOGO deal. And I can't shake the fear that my parents, who are a hundred miles away, are going to burst through that door as soon as I start to put on a bra. What the hell?
Usually I do it anyway, but I'm still scared every time. It never even happened to me when I was a kid, at least not that I can remember. Probably because I was so damn scared. I could tell exactly where people were in the house by the way it creaked, at my parents' house. Still can.