Someone smacking their lips when chewing gum - or when eating anything. I don’t want to ever hear someone eating.
The sound of (almost all) football announcers’ voices - that annoying, endless, high-pitched, monotone.
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The hysterical shrieking of my cat when she’s in a fight with her brother.
Especially when it’s right behind your back. Brrr.
I can cope with anything except metal scraping metal. Nails on chalkboard? Styrofoam? Fine. But sharpening a knife? Gives me the shivers.
lieu’s folded dry towel and Scarlett’s wet yarn both do it for me, but my worst is similar to Birdmonster and the shitty paper. It’s mostly kleenex that does it but other similar paper can also – if it’s very slightly wet or at all sticky or, like Birdmonster said, being rubbed between thumb & finger, aaargh, I have goosebumps right now. If someone is using a kleenex for a napkin, especially when eating something sticky like ice cream or ribs, I’ll have uncontrollable spasms and have to leave the room.
I can listen to any of these noises without flinching, but the sound of a screaming and/or whining toddler makes me cringe.
Elret: It’s good to know I’m not alone.
Yes. Yes.
My hated step-father also had a “thing” about it. He once stabbed a fork into my brother’s arm because of an accidental tap.
One day my brother and I were alone in the house and we decided to do all the things we weren’t ordinarily allowed to do. (Oh yes! That’s the kind of secretly defiant children we were!) Anyway, my brother took a fork, *clamped his teeth on it, and pulled it out. * I screamed and refused to play with him anymore. Just thinking about it right now is causing me to gnaw my lips to bloody ribbons.
That’s mine too. Ewwwwww.
One of my sisters can’t stand the sound of someone rubbing their feet together with socks on.
Repeatedly slammed doors. There’s a radio commercial that uses the sound of a door slamming over and over to symbolize the listener’s inevitable failure if they don’t take advantage of whatever service is being offered. I’ll never know, because now the off button is pushed before the second slam.
Also any eating or drinking sounds.
Shrieking children.
The prolonged sound of crackling cellophane (such as you might hear when people open candy at a theater)
The sound of a bottle being opened and then the liquid pouring into a glass (such as you might hear on a beer commercial)
The wet smacking sound of people french-kissing (on TV, anyway–it seems to be louder there than it is in real life).
How could I forget: Dentist drill!
AAAAAaaaaaaaaa
Styrofoam against anything. I have goosebumps right now just thinking about it.
The sound of stirring spaghetti.
My brother can’t stand the sound of someone peeling their tounge away from the roof of their mouth. Drives him mad.
The sound of people shuffling their feet
The sound of someone throwing up
The sound of a phone receiver being slammed down
The sound of someone whose dentures are illfitting
Metal against teeth. My teeth almost never touch the cutlery when I eat.
Metal against any kind of non-plastic dinnerware (ceramic/china/metal). The sound of someone using their fork to scrape up the last of their food drives me nuts. I’m quite delicate when I eat with metal cutlery to avoid this.
Styrofoam against styrofoam.
Chewing ice cubes.
Karaoke!!!:eek:
I’m cursed with a good enough sense of pitch that I get shudders and nausea from hearing somebody murder a perfectly defenseless song. I have to get up and leave. I’ve never seen American Idol, and I dive for the mute button every time that Little Debbie commercial with all those dorks torturing My Girl comes on. Aaaaack!
I absolutely can’t stand to hear people eat or drink. Just the normal sounds, not especially disgusting bad table manners. Drives me so nuts I have to get up & leave before I blow up at the person. This is why I can’t be around someone who’s eating if I’m not - I can’t hear other people eat when I’m eating.
Styrofoam!
The sound of someone biting into, rubbing, or crushing a styrofoam cup makes my spine want to shrivel up.
And there are some days in winter, when the snow is exactly the right texture that it feels and sounds like I’m walking on styrofoam. I hate those days.
What I’ve learned:
Nobody likes scraping & rubbing.
Styrofoam is perhaps the vilest substance on Earth.
Not eating per se but eating while talking on the phone. No one wants to hear “smack, glurp, gobble, snarf” when they’re trying to have a conversation.
That and screeching children, especially in areas where quiet is generally expected.