Jeez, lady. Grow the ef up:
You see: I wasn’t afraid about what we were doing. I was afraid about what someone else might judge me for it—or worse, get me in trouble in some way for doing it.
I see a post by a woman “afraid about what someone else might judge me” at least once a day every day. For the most part, the things that evoke all this angst are beyond trivial. Yes, I gave my kid one and a half French fries from Wendy’s and before you judge me let me tell you an extremely long and convoluted story about the horrible life circumstances that made me do it! Yes, I let my kid watch cartoons for 10 minutes but before you condemn me as the worst parent ever, hear out my story of woe and hardship!
It’s a typical narcissistic desire to be noticed, to feel brave and transgressive, to be the center of attention, to pose and preen and self-exalt.