Walking through anti-theft detection devices at store entrances...

...makes me uncomfortable. Not that I'm ever stealing, but every time I walk through those scanners, I think my phone or my titanium leg or my camera or something else I don't understand will set off the alarm. Then, even though I'm not stealing, I'll have that unsure moment where I can't decide if I should:

A. Stop so they can search me and I can prove I'm not stealing.

or

B. Keep walking because I know I didn't steal anything--in which case I risk them chasing me down and tackling me.

Generally, the alarm does not go off. But now I think it can smell my fear and will assume it's fear based in guilt. Which it is not.

Unwanted or somewhat unwarranted praise...

...makes me uncomfortable. It happens from time to time at work, where I'm on a project and it does well, or something I wrote is well-received and I have to hear from ten different people how great it was. That's not false modesty. It really does make me uncomfortable. I'm just not sure how to respond. I don't mind knowing something I did is good, but there's normally a lot of other people involved. And sometimes that "good" thing is actually a piece of shit. I suppose it's better than being told I'm doing a crappy job.

The bottom line is that everything I do is golden. I'm so hot right now.