We all have irrational fears. Random terror at things that, in reality, have little to no chance of killing us. Spiders, clowns, snakes, commitment, wet bread-the list goes on. My irrational fear is that I'm being watched. Ever since I hit puberty, it's been the same: there's a camera behind my bathroom mirror, or a telescope pointed at my window where some cackling dipshit is observing everything I do (and judging me the whole time). Yes, it's silly-;though back when I lived in SoHo it turned out to be truer than I'd like. (Note to self: Never take the ground floor apartment.) READ MORE