People (you know those proverbial people we all know) like to casually ask “What’s your greatest fear?”
There’s always death-loneliness-regret-losing-the-one-I-love. Default. Safe.
When someone asks me, just for the sake of it I say “camel toe” and/or [insert facetious remark here], and they chuckle, maybe, and we change subjects.
But if I’m really thinking about it: what I fear most is waking up one day and finding that I’m no longer astonished at anything.
So I’m not.