I’m back to my own thread to add another. It’s not as bad as the crowlings, but it still sucks.
I can’t stand the sound of metal (like, oh, utensils) on stainless steel (like, oh, a mixing bowl). I don’t like how it sounds, and I really don’t like how it feels to be stirring something with a metal spoon in a metal bowl. :::shudder::: My parents bought me a set of very nice mixing bowls and I’ve had to shelve them…I can’t stand to use them for anything at home. So, I hand-mix the horse’s mash in them at the barn.
A journey to liverpool in a car with a ‘friend’
Beginning of journey: “I know a song that’ll get on your nerves get on your nerves get on your nerves I know a song that’ll get on your ner…” (with tune)
3 hours later: “…ng that’ll get on your nerves get on your nerves get on your nerves”
Thank God it’s not just me. I usually just get weird “um…ok” looks when I tell people how absolutely batshit this drives me. Ugh. Sometimes I wish gum was never invented, because no one seems to know how to chew it properly.
OK, my blood pressure is rising, let me stop here. 
Oh yeah, and I hate the sound of a fork scraping a plate. And the dentist drill. Shudder.