This thread was about sounds that you absolutely hate but nobody else thinks twice about.
For me, it’s the feeling of trying to pull or untangle a loose hair from something (e.g., when it’s stuck between a coffee table and heavy book on top of it). If there’s any resistance at all, your finger keeps slipping along the hair because you can’t get a very firm grasp of it. Just thinking about it makes me clench my jaw. The worst is when it’s a long thin hair.
Any kind of fine, chalk-like powder on my hands. I can’t stand messing with flour, talcum powder, or even sand, etc. ::shivver::
It drives me absolutely batty when I have sticky fingers.
And I hate, hate, HATE it when something touches my bellybutton. My pants/skirts have to sit either above or below it, but never directly on it.
Cold water on my hands, yuck! I hate the chills and knowing that my hands will be cold for a long while after washing. Same thing with my butt and cold toilet seats.
Oh, and the feeling of a loose hair on me, like a long strand orignally connected to my scalp but decided to go rogue and land wherever to annoy me.
Newsprint on my hands. I can’t touch a newspaper without washing my hands, often twice. Chalk also bothers me, but not as severely.
Leeches.
A mass of seed ticks swarming up my leg.
Accidentally walking through the web of a golden orb-weaver.
A bullet ant down the back of my shirt.
The feel when a pencil is broken and you try to write with it, how it rubs on the paper all wrong, almost scratching through it instead of gliding over it? shudders at the thought
This also goes with pens and mechanical pencils that aren’t ready for writing.
When my girl wants me to touch her loose tooth just before it is ready to come out. “Mommy oh my god… feel how loose it is NOW!” Like it got any looser from 20 minutes ago. I shudder at the sensation of my finger on the tooth wiggling it back and forth. I’m kind of weird, I could probably watch any surgery, but the tooth thing… :eek:
Metal scraping against my teeth. It’s such a horrible sensation I wince when people accidently bite down on silverware aroung me. shudder
The vibration of a spoon scraping the inside of a bowl while I stir it. “Skreeekskreeekskreeek”, ugh.
Dry wood - think popsicle stick or a wooden spoon that’s been through a dishwasher and had all of its oils stripped out - against wet skin. AAAAAAauuuuuuuuuuurghhhhh. Mommy!
Wooden icecream stick being dragged through clenched teeth.
That stomach churning thing that happens when aeroplanes go through turbulence.
Small hair clipping or whatever caught in top palate inside the mouth so that your tongue constantly touches it.
Anything touching my belly button
Dry wood in my mouth (lolly stick, wooden tongue depressor or rough wooden spoon)
Wet bread (such as part of a sandwich saturated with juice from slice of tomato, or the whole summer pudding concept)
Greasy or slimy stuff on my hands. Especially when it gets between my fingers. I’m such a slow worker in the kitchen because I have to rinse off my hands all the time.
Oddly, I think the feeling of olive oil or chicken juice on my hands squicks me out more than having, say, blood on my hands.
Oh dear, I think I’ve said too much.
Dirt stuck underneath my fingernails.
That irritating, tickling feeling you get when the dental hygienist polishes your teeth.
I’d rather have 'em flossed, picked at, even drilled than polished.
mmm
popcorn in teeth. Anything rough brushing againt fingernails.
In bare feet, treading on small unidentified slimy wet thing* which then gets stuck between largest toes.
*A crushed snail, say.
Traumatic amputation.
the weight of anything on m toes when I’m lying on my back in bed. If the A/C is on during warm summer nights, I’ll tolerate the weight of the sheet on my toes just to keep them comfortably warm. If the A/C is off, then the sheet gets peeled up to my ankles. If it’s wintertime - with a chilly room and a heavy blanket - I have to deliberately scrunch the blanket around to make a “cave” for my feet so that the blanket and sheet aren’t resting on my toes.
When I get into bed in a hotel room, the first thing I do is violently untuck the entire top sheet from the foot of the bed.
