At my GFs place last night and while I was there, she needed to take her contacts out. Suddenly I couldn’t look at her. I turned my head away so quickly, she thought something was wrong. When I told her that I just couldn’t watch her touch her eyeball, she thought this was one of the funniest things she’d ever heard.
Throughout the rest of the night, she would near her index finger towards her eye as if to touch it just to watch me cringe and shut my eyes. This is the only thing I can think of to which I react so irrationally. I have no idea why seeing someone touch their eyeball sends shivers down my spine. I can stand people chewing on tin foil, I can stand fingernails on a chalkboard - but for the love of the Invisible Pink Unicorn DON’T TOUCH YOUR EYEBALL in front of me!
What makes this even more strange is I can touch MY eye to get an eyelash oout of it or something, but I just can’t watch someone else do it.
I hear you. The only irrational thing that gives me the complete willies is ugh scratching a fingernail on the inside of a shell. Clam shell, mussel shell, whatever. Oooo. Just thinking about it makes me want to crawl under my chair.
Of the gross stuff that would understandibly make anyone shudder, needles under the fingernails is the worst for me.
Along the same lines, a GF of mine used to torture me with those eyelid curler things. Freaked me out of existence. I couldn’t even watch her or want to know what was happening.
The clamshell stuff gets me, too. But the worst is the squeaky square styrofoam forms that they pack small appliances and things in. Pulling out the appliance and squeaking the styrofoam together makes me break out in a cold sweat. I have to leave the room and think about something else if my husband is unpacking anything.
For some reason, I cannot stand cotton being chewed or stretched. it makes a weird sound and texture that has me shuddering for minutes at a time. I can’t use cotton balls on anything except nail polish remover. My sister likes to take a handful and stuff them in her mouth when I’m arounf.
I guess I am not much of a girly girl. I have not ever even contemplated using an eyelash curler. I also don’t think i would be able to tell the difference between a curled and uncurled eyelash.
My big problem is when my mother is crocheting or sewing with wool. Instead of using scissors to cut the thread, she will use her teeth to break the thread. The sound of her teeth gnashing against the wool is enough to make me run from the room, screaming.
I also can’t stand listening to my son chew on aluminum foil. He does it just to watch me squirm.
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Ok, you get the idea.
Fingernails on a car. That is the worst of all. Fingernails on drywall is pretty bad, too. Mr. Rilch sometimes likes to get under my nerves by dragging the tines of his fork across his plate.
Furniture covers with the foam backing - Mom had these on the living room furniture when I was a kid, and when you sat on them, they squeaked. My sister used to irritate me by sliding all over the furniture.
Same with popsicles - when they have a coating of ice crystals and someone drags it across their teeth - squeak! Another method of sister-instigated torment of yours truly.
Squeaks. I just haaaaate squeaks. Rahhhlly I do. Crunchy Frog- Can I quote you on that? <grin>
As for the contacts thing, I can’t stand watching anyone do it either, nor can I do it myself. That’s why I still wear glasses.
But when I was getting married the first time, I wanted contacts for the wedding. My headpiece came down on my forehead, so glasses just wouldn’t look right with it. I went to the optometrist, and they set me up with some disposables, a week beforehand. I got pretty good at taking them in & out (even though it was icky). Then comes the wedding day. I was so nervous that I couldn’t get them in. None of my friends or relatives that wore contacts would help me, because they couldn’t stand the idea of touching * someone else’s* eyeball. So, I went through the entire day & night pretty blind. From the back of the church, all I could see was a dark blob in the vicinity of where my husband was supposed to be standing. I didn’t know for certain that it was actually him until I was about ten feet away. Coulda been anybody down there.
I, too, can’t stand when people touch their own eyeball. My roommate in college used to do it just to watch me squirm. The bastard.
However, my own personal weird squeamish thing is a little strange. You know those cardboard containers that eggs come in? I can’t stand touching them. Even when someone else touches them, it sets my teeth on edge. There’s something that is just so. . .dry about them. Ugh. I’d buy the styrofoam kind, but everyone knows that styrofoam is a tool of the devil.
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Oh No, Don’t touch it mom and dad, its evil!!! BOOM
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Oooh! This reminds me of the time I was in hospital after a spinal operation. I had a traction on, which involved four screws stuck into my skull. I looked like Frankenstien, and it provided me many hours of entertainment, just by grabbing hold of the bolts and tweaking them. I had everyone, including the nurses running screaming from the room “Dooon’t dooo thaaaaat!” “Bwahahahahaaa!tweak”…t’was fun. it looked painful, but it didn’t hurt at all. I guess it was just the thought of it hurting that got everyone else.
