I thought I was the only one that was weirded out by belly buttons…eeek. Touch mine and you die.
I also can not abide by anyone that stirs their coffee or tea by clanking, clanking, CLANKING on the inside of the cup. Pure barbarism.
I cannot stand:
that high-pitched whine certain machines, like water fountains or refrigerators, make
the sound of someone cracking their joints and stuff–especially when someone cracks their back shudders
someone shuffling their feet
slurping
someone who punctuates their reading of the newspaper by continually shaking the paper
the sound a modem makes when dialing up
Toothbrushing. I brush my teeth with my lips closed.
And I hate it when people touch the front of my neck. I can barely sit still when doctors feel for my lymph nodes right next to my throat.
Wet running shoes squeaking on the floor. Gah!
Og how I love my husband. I think he is the bees’ knees. Indeed, he is the wasps’ tits.
But I want to strangle him when he drinks soda through a straw. I don’t know how anyone makes that sound gross, but he can do it.
But then I think about his brother eating spaghetti and realized I could have had things much, much worse.
Paper napkins against teeth or gums. Unnnhhhh. I also hate pulling those really thin paper napkins out of those holders at restaurants, because they’re packed in so tightly and to get one out you have to pull it and it scraaaapes against the container and unnnghhhhh.
licking popsicle sticks. Ooh, I really hate that. Actually my tongue against any wood. Oh, wooden tongue suppressors are particularly bad.
that should be tongue depressors :smack:
I have a metal bookshelf in my office, and when you slide books or magazines out of it, they make this squeeeeek noise that’s very “fingernails on a blackboard-y.” When people come into my office and go to grab something off my shelf, I yell, “Lift it! Don’t slide it!!”
Squishing eyeballs is when someone presses the side of their eye with their finger and squishes it, so the eyeball moves. Think of Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls. He knocks over Quinn and does it about six inches away from him.
Why would anyone do this to themselves? I don’t see the horror, mind you, but I don’t see the appeal, either.
The sound of Scott Savol :wally singing on American Idol is nauseating.
Seriously, though, styrofoam bothers me, as does any loud or sudden sound. I was in my classroom yesterday during my planning period quietly minding my own business and putting grades into the computer. All of a sudden some kid came running through the hall, pounded on my door, and ran out of the hall. It freaked me out so much (my heart was pounding so hard I could see my necklace moving) I couldn’t even go investigate who the little heathen was.
A metal dustpan that I used to have to hang on a rusty old nail.
( I got chill-bumps just typing that )
BTW, My roomie in college could not handle the styrofoam on styrofoam either.
I assume you mean the eyeballs. Mostly, because it’s juvenile & immature.
It bothers my boyfriend, so occasionally I do it to him. 
Nails on a blackboard bugs me - because when I see someone do it, I involuntarily imagine MY nails dragging over the blackboard. Probably why people aren’t bothered unless they know what it is.
I’m usually good at keeping myself from imagining the gruesome, though in my circle of friends, any of us can make each other cringe by putting forth, suddenly, the idea of a paper cut on one’s eyeball.
Phew! I was beginning to think it was just me.
I must be weird, because sounds don’t bother me. Nails on a chaulkboard? Fine. Stryofoam? I actually like that sound! Kuckles cracking? It’s annoying when people do it but that’s more the act itself, not the sound. I have ears of steel, or so it would seem.
Well, you little minx - I hadn’t noticed, but you managed to surpass my post count. Brava.
See, distraction does work!
Honestly, I didn’t notice it either.
signed,
the little minx 
Wood eating utensils are just plain nasty. I hate those wooden ice cream paddles so much that if I see someone using one in my office, I will drop what I am doing to get them a real spoon.