Millions,
We all have these right? Those sounds that are intensely irritating to you but everyone else seems to tolerate just fine. And I’m not talking Captain & Tennille songs here. I’m talking about getting the shivers & feeling that odd inkling of queasiness when you hear it.
Personally, I can’t stand shitty paper rubbing together; cheap napkins, bible pages, newspaper. When someone puts it between their thumb & index finger and rubs them…urg…bad. Sooo very bad. I literally just got the chills.
My roommate, hilariously enough, can’t stand people chewing popsicles. He has to leave the room.
So, yeah, what are yours? Anyone share my paper thing? Can ANYONE stand that styrofoam rubbing noise?
Aaaaaaguh!!! I’m shuddering just thinking about the sound of a metal rake being scraped across concrete. Eeeeek! Makes me want to scoop out my eyes with a melon-baller.
The sound of someone’s skin on nylon stockings. Squik!
My husband adores going down to Carkeek and standing close to the tracks to watch the trains go by. I love it, too. However, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my teeth get set on edge whenever I hear the high pitched squealing of metal on metal. I just got the chills, too. :eek:
My teeth are senstive, and I cannot bite into ice cream with my front teeth, or anything cold, like popsicles. So if I see anyone else using their front teeth to take a big bite out of something cold… eeeyaaaaagh!
Grinding teeth. Joints cracking. My joints all tend to snap and crackle (like rice krispies in milk, yep), but my husband cracks all of his, and it freaks me out. When I hear a back or neck being popped… UGH! :eek:
I need to get out of this thread, my hair is starting to look like the Bride of Frankenstein. :eek: :eek:
I had friend that chewed napkins, and this drove me nuts in the same way.
Squeaking styrofoam used to bother me, but not so much anymore.
BTW, in my family, to describe the nails-on-chalkboard-effect, we say, “Makes my blood run cold”.
One of my college roommates absolutely could not stand the sound of fingernails being cut. He would leave the room when I did it. He cut his own nails with an X-Acto knife.
Leaf blowers/gas weed-eaters. I hate that shrill, droning sound. I wish there were one day I week I didn’t have to hear it, but in this neighborhood that will never happen.
Another one is cats chewing on emery boards. (Cricket is weird)
Sorry, another thread and I meant I use it as a general reference for determining if something is too embarassing to mention or not. Someone asked this question thinking everyone was similarly afflicted, only to discover through the tittles that he was the only one afflicted with deepdish nutache. That’s my gold standard comparison for personal anecdotes.
You know that sound you get when someone goes to erase something with the end of a pencil and the eraser is completely worn down? My skin’s crawling in waves at the thought.
I can relate to both of these, but they to my reflex they pale compared to tearing coarse cloth. Even thinking about it makes me roll my shoulders back, arch, and do the oogie dance, making little circles with my hands.
That beep when people use their cell phone in that annoying walkie-talkie mode makes me want to disembowel and decapitate the person using the cell phone.
The beeping that trucks/bulldozers, etc. make when backing up makes me want to firebomb every single one of them into slag heaps.
For my next car, I’d like to find one that does not beep at all, for any reason.
I once had a neighbor (townhouse) who never seemed to be there, but his alarm clock would go a beepin’ (and keep beeping) at 4am or whatever-the-fucking-hell time it was. I diemboweled and decapitated him and let the alley rats eat his remains. OK, I didn’t really do that, but I wanted to.
There was a great scene in one of the “Pink Panther” movies where the bad guy put on an enormous metal gauntlet with wickedly long metal “fingernails,” and strode towards a strapped-down damsel. You think he’s going to torture her with it, and he does, but not how you expect: after putting on ear protectors, he drags the metal fingernails down a chalkboard, and the girl screams…
For me, my six-year-old son grinding his teeth makes my skin crawl.