Why Do I Think These Things?

I went to the tanning salon today--I usually go twice a week--and had the uncontrollable, frightening thought that I have WAY too often: What if there was a camera filming me? Now, believe me when I say that me, nekkid, is not a pretty sight, so it would serve whoever was doing the filming right to have to see me in all my glory--and they would NEVER do it again! I KNOW there are no cameras, but I can't help having the thought every once in awhile. I've gotta stop thinking these things.