David Sedaris.
Lady Gaga.
Tiaras.
I was a crime victim in the parking lot of a certain chain restaurant. For some reason, I’ve never again eaten at any of their restaurants. It’s not their fault in any way, but I still avoid eating there.
Weird, huh?
Any time the ex did something nice. i.e. flowers = doom pending
Smell/taste of whisky.
Smell of polo cologne
Getting a phone call while in the subway, or coming up from no service in the subway and seeing a message waiting.
PF Changs fried string beans and the sauce it comes with.
The babies r us coupons that come in the mail. (and that stupid ass chase ad that hulu runs all the time about the triplets)
It didn’t take an unpleasant memory for me to despise that song. It totally sucks on its own merits.
Sunlight streaming in through a large window on a bright sunny day. For decades that sight would give me a feeling of dread and I couldn’t figure out why.
Certain songs by Adele. I’ll go as far as changing the station if they start playing on the radio.
I liked it before the incident in question. A guy with whom I occasionally perform music suggested adding it to our repertoire. I used one of my blackballs. Nuh-uh, no way, nohow.
Ditto, actually the sight of teenagers breaks me out in a cold sweat.
I also don’t like the name Amanda, or blonde women. My first ever “best friend” was a blonde girl called Amanda. She was in fact a control freak and a bully, I would have to say she taught me a valuable lesson about other people and how to avoid that personality type.
Do you now know why?
I used to get depressed in fine weather. When teh weather was bad, it was okay to sit at home reading; but when the weather was fine, you were supposed to go out and play with friends, and, well, I didn’t have many friends. Also, the sun brought out the bullies.
I had a lot of ear infections and problems with excess ear wax (to the point of nearly being deaf) when I was a kid, and the doctor told my mother to use matchsticks with the ends wrapped in cotton to dig the wax out of my ears, waaaay down deep. She would always do it sitting by the patio door on sunny days so she could see better. I absolutely dreaded it.
The song “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas will forever be associated with the death of my best friend in Junior High.
I really dislike the smell of industrial cleaners used in hospitals and other sterile facilities which I associate with bad things.
A particular restaurant here in San Diego called the “94th Aero Squadron” has a nice buffet. However, I will always associate it with a fight my wife and I got in that almost made us break up. I have also gone there on other occasions and found some of the other patrons to be not to my liking so I avoid that place all together.
Sunkist. I had stomach flu for about 7 days and puked up everything I ate. They kept rehydrating me with Sunkist because Dad had won a bunch in some contest so there were cases of it. I would throw it up and it came out looking and tasting like it did when it went in. I can only just now stomach it, 30 years later. (I probably should have gone to the hospital, 7 days is a long time to have stomach flu, or food poisoning, whatever I had.)
Blowing my nose. I dreaded that blue thing my mother would use to suck snot out of my nose when I was a baby and it has taken me 35 years to get over this.
The sound of my coworker slurping her tea. And she can’t just take one slurp, she has to slurp three times, every time. I want to murdalize her.
Leather belts with a double-row of holes.
My parents had one and would threaten to spank me with it if I misbehaved. To this day I’m terrifed of that type of belt. The funny thing is that I don’t recall them ever actually hitting me with it - I guess just the threat was enough.
The name Stacy (not sure why).
Southern Comfort (you can guess why).
Applesauce.
The phrase, “It is what it is”.
mmm
The pink and white frosted animal cookies with sprinkles on them that you used to be able to buy in big plastic sacks. I associate them with traveling with my grandparents lying in the cab-over of their camper as they wound up through the Sierras. I was always carsick. If I see those cookies I get nauseated no matter where I am.
In fact I was so carsick as a child that many common items are associated with it – warm baloney sandwiches in greasy paper lunch bags, for example. Just writing that makes my gorge rise.
The style of wearing a beard without a mustache. Just creepy to me, dunno why, it just bugs me.
The zoo.
Tomato and onion salad.
The smell of liver cooking.
All three remind me of the day my father died.
I now associate Gatorade “G Series Thirst Quencher” (in particular the Rain Berry flavor) with colonoscopy prep.
I’ve got one bottle left over which I should probably throw away, since I have no intention of ever drinking it.
Ramen noodles. We went on a vacation around the USA when I was about 12, and ate them whenever we camped out, which was a lot. I haven’t eaten them since.
“Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow” by Fleetwood Mac. The Bill Clinton presidential campaign ruined this song for me (just not a big Clinton fan.)
Poptarts
Clowns
Butterflies
Fennel