eggs, especially hard boiled eggs, especially people eating hard boiled eggs
seafood, especially shellfish
Walking around in downtown surrounded by tall buildings. I get the sense they are going to tumble down on me at any second.
Also don’t like sports arenas or any venue where you have massive amounts of people all heading for the exit at the same time.
This might strike you as strange, but I positively crave this type of environment. The only problems with that landscape is the presence of the man-made things like the fence, road, cars, and buildings in the far distance. O to live in a void of white nothingness [wistful sigh].
Inside a dense environment like a jungle? [shudders]
Haha, oh wow- that’s funny because I find vintage paleo-art to be really beautiful and/or really funny. Most of the dinosaur books I grew up with featured Charles Knight paintings, which is the one almost everybody has seen even if they don’t know the artist’s name.
These old guys did the best they could for the knowledge at the time, but sometimes they’re hilariously wrong.
Maybe that’s why you find them creepy- because the animals just seem a little off, inaccurate enough that they look unsettling?
I thought of another one, though it’s more like “extreme disgust” rather than fear-
My husband can’t stand the sight of a dog’s water bowl with a piece of wet, swollen kibble floating in it. He won’t even change the water if this happens because he doesn’t want to go near it.
This works out fine because I’m extremely disgusted by wet cat food- the sight of it, the smell of it. So he is in charge of feeding the cat and I’m in charge of changing the dog’s water bowl (taking care to not let any dog food fall into it).
There was a thread right next to this one called, “Woman goes out on dates with guys, writes them critiques afterwards”.
I know that it meant something entirely different than what the title seemed to imply, but it sounded like just the kind of date blog Encyclopedia-Satanica some people would buy a subscription to:
"Dated Dr. Xxxxx. Wow, that guy is full of himself. His car may be a high-line Mercedes, but it smells like he left 2 bags of groceries to percolate in it for a week in August. He looked away when I ordered the surf and turf. Oh, like I’m supposed to know he’s allergic. Get an Epi-pen and Get Over Yourself.
Awkward asshole. Tipped exactly 18%, not 20: read cheap. No Stars. "
In That, it seemed Creepy As Fuck.
I grew up encircled by the Rockies, lived in SoCal for a long time, had a short sojourn in Appalachian Ohio, and landed in New Jersey. All these places offer a species of mountains/hills and I was/am very comfortable outside.
OTOH: Chicago is really, really creepy! I was there for a week on vacation and it freaked me out. I can’t do flat landscape, it makes me feel vulnerable and unprotected.
I cannot, will not touch wet cat food. I have a plastic spoon that I use to scoop it out with; any utensil that will be anywhere near my mouth shall never touch the nasty stuff. When I wash the bowl, I let it soak for however long it takes to where I can just rinse the remnants out before scrubbing it. I DO NOT want that disgusting substance touching the sponge I use to scrub my dishes. Why yes, yes I do cherish the beautiful creature to whom I feed that disgusting slop.
I hate this too. To remedy the issue I put the water bowl in one room while the food bowl goes in the other.
Haven’t had to deal with it since.
I find this incredibly creepy when they’re parked in front of my house. Probably casing the joint…
That just makes me think I’m eating there too much. What bothers me is when the waitress doesn’t write the order down. Maybe she has perfect memory, but I don’t know that, and I have enough orders come out wrong from waitresses that do write it down, it’s just downright unsettling. Look if you really are that good, great, but please, babe, could you at least PRETEND to write it down?
The Trivago guy.
But it’s probably just me.
Long fingernails that extend more than about half a centimeter (0.2 inches) from the end of the finger. They look like claws. It’s worse if they’re painted red. Then they look like bloody claws.
No, no! Not creepy. We’re just sitting there listening to a story on NPR. You can’t get out of the car until you’ve heard the ending.
Hearing people with really long fingernails trying to learn sign language. Have you never noticed that Deaf people never have long fingernails? There’s a reason. It looks gross when you sign with long fingernails-- I mean, like, and inch long or more. When people find out I used to be an interpreter, they want to practice their sign language with me, and if they have long fingernails, I want to barf.
Also, county fairs. They creep me out, but in a good way, like a really good horror movie.
The premise of The Binding of Isaac. I refuse to play that game because it strikes waaaay too close to home for me.
Egyptian stuff. The pyramids themselves from the outside are okay, but the insides, the art, the glyphs, and especially the dead bodies. gross.
Also tobacco or smoking in any form. It just squicks me terribly.
I almost feel like I need to go wash my hands after typing this comment.
I grew up on a farm in South Dakota where you could see flat horizons. Then when my son was in scouts I went for the week-long camp in Wisconsin as a volunteer. That was one long week! I hadn’t done any long-term camping, and was a little homesick, but there was something else going on. Finally when we left, we drove up out of the valley into farmland, where the sky opened up. I caught my breath and then figured out then that I had a form of claustrophobia. Give me wide-open view of a horizon and let me see the sky and the weather.
I don’t think you’re the only person who finds this creepy.
I don’t know if creepy is the right word, but I find emotional mass crowd behavior unsettling. It’s as if everyone flips a switch that turns off their rationality and they become part of a primitive super organism waiting for a charismatic leader to command them. This includes sporting events, political rallies, and especially concerts, where people go nuts in some sort of rapturous religious fervor because some people are playing music they like. The only time I see normal people react the way I do is when they see the same thing in America’s enemies, for example a mass political rally in North Korea, the old Soviet Union, or some Muslim fundamentalist country. Or they react to stories about creepy cults.
The sound of cutlery on clay-type dishes. I can handle it. Hurts my teeth.