Freshly washed dinner plates just after they’re finished in the dishwasher. GAAAA!!
I’m another dry-wood-in-the-mouth hater.
Catching part of my shirt/jacket on something as I walk by, and having it try to pull me back.
Likewise, when wearing headphones, anything that catches the cord and yanks the earcup off my ear.
Stepping in cat barf in the middle of the night.
I can’t stand to have wet hairs on my hands. When I’m washing my hair, I have to get them off immediately.
I hate the feel of newspaper or having news print on my hands.
When the bottom sheet comes off the mattress and I move to touch shudder the bare satin-y mattress. I HATE HATE HATE that feeling, the snotty-slick feel, the sound it makes. It will wake me out of a dead sleep every time.
Sweat running down my face.
gah!
gah!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (runs away, holding hands over head). Hate any kind of bugs. A mosquito buzzing near my head will galvanize me out of a semi-coma into a ninja under attack. A fly landing on me is even worse, I can FEEL the germs jumping from it’s horrible tickly feet, I feel violated!.. Also, touching anything nylon, especially in the winter with chapped hands, the material sticks and is all static-y and feels gross.
That sensation when I get in the shower in the morning and hot water touches my back, and at first I can’t tell if it’s really cold or really hot.
When I don’t realize I have a hanging toenail part until I get into bed and it snags on the sheets.
Finger nails: I have to trim my nails as close as possible otherwise they drive me absolutely batty.
Touching greasy oily food, especially in cold freezing weather… yikes!
Food/sauce, like pizza sauce, touching sides of my mouth while eating, also more so in winter time.
Spicy food always makes my head sweat (only above my neck) and the hot sweat beads running down my face in freezing cold weather just gives me goosebumps.
Picking up a spider/bug thinking it is a small small ball of link off the floor.
I can’t remember what it was but certain type of paper I was handling recently just gave me the heebie jeebies as if they were cutting through my fingers.
Oh yeah, that!
And also lately I can’t stand the feel of bed sheets on the tip of my big toes as if they are too abrasive.
Deerflies, hovering just behind my head, ready to land & bite.
Microfiber fabrics, as previously mentioned. I know that little rag is going to make my glasses clear and clean, but I can’t touch it unless I’ve first rubbed my hands with a nice coating of Neutrogena. Which I then have to keep as far from my lenses as possible. :mad: It boggles me that people actually have bedsheets made of microfiber.
A million times agreed. I can’t tough rough, untreated wood without goosebumps. Tongue depressors are like a personal hell. If I forget to bring coated chopsticks to a sushi bar, I’m the guy eating maki with my fingers.
It’s eased up in recent years, but in my early 20s it was an extreme revulsion approaching a phobia.
Hell yes! My feet need to breathe. Hotel bed linens lock feet down like they’re in prison. It’s impossible to kick them free.
Also, when you’re enjoying a meal, hungrily chewing on some delicious food and you suddenly crunch down on something weird. A piece of bone or grit and then you lose it in your half chewed mouth full of food. You try to discreetly find the bad piece of whatever in your mouth to spit it out and as you’re moving the food around trying to find it…CRUNCH!.. there it is. Grosses me out and makes me lose my appetite.
My immediate response when this happens is to expel the entire offending mouthful of food. Whether that be into a napkin, into my cupped hand, running hell-bent for the sink/garbage can… it’s got to come out. I try to be discreet, but it’s hard when EJECT EJECT EJECT is flashing internally. If I was in a situation where that wasn’t possible, I would probably be stuck there in lockjawed paralysis (with bonus cartoon alum face) until I could flee.
Frequently I can’t even continue with the rest of whatever food item contained the gristle. I’ve had to put down entire sandwiches after the first bite contained one squidgy little whatever. (Which I realize on preview makes it sound like I take them out back, Old Yeller-style. “You shoot him, and shoot him quick. After he’s bitten you, it’s too late.”)
I can’t stand the feel of someone else touching my scalp, neck, or shoulders when my hair is wet. Brushes are fine; combs are fine; my own fingers are fine. For some bizarre reason another person making skin-to-skin contact under or around my wet hair is guaranteed to make me do a whole-body shudder. I’ve nearly brained my husband in a spastic reaction a few times when he touched my shoulder or neck just after I took a shower. It also makes it tough to get a haircut with a shampoo.
Though the OP does specify sensations that other people don’t think twice about, and don’t think anyone would disagree with this, I have to go with you on this one. Or post-puke, sweaty, clammy, head swimming. My wife has mentioned how strange she finds it that dogs will puke and be perfectly fine just afterwards, when humans feel like we want to curl up and die.
Similarly, the time right before diarrhea, when it feels like your abdomen is filled with lava and your legs have turned to water.
After taking a brief break from hiking, as I’m slinging the backpack back over my shoulders, and it lays flat against the cold sweat on my back.
The elusive itch that you can’t seem to find, no matter where you scratch.
Or the itch that is in a spot on your back that you can’t reach.
Also, that feeling of “wet pits” right after you’ve showered and put on deodorant/antiperspirant.
Oh yeah, and eyelashes (or whatever unwanted intruder it may be) in the eye. :mad:
Yes, yes, yes. The general idea goes for female companions as well. Shoulder and back rubs are great, but DO. NOT. TOUCH. MY FEET.
A wooden popsicle stick stroking against my teeth. Yuck.