Other people’s food, especially (but not limited to) that found in sink drains and strainers. To paraphrase the great philosopher MC Hammer, “I Can’t Touch That”.
Like I said, it was probably intended to be creepy. But for some reason, that one particular detail feels creepier to me than all the rest combined. Maybe because those hazard placards are supposed to be something that you can trust?
It gives me the horrors to see food on people’s faces. It happens in so many commercials, and I have to avert my eyes or I’ll gag.
Also, ink on skin. I always hated to see people writing phone numbers on their hands. Not a tattoo lover, either!
Big beards. Or beards in general.
I’m in complete agreement. I asked my wife to start using paper disposable bowls. That way I can pick up the empty bowl with the tips of my finger and thumb, and with arm fully extended, drop the bowl into the trash.
I’m also creeped out by the cat grooming itself. I can hear him doing it, the slurping amplified in my head. I have to leave the room. He also likes to lick my elbow, which makes my entire body convulse uncontrollably.
Other than that, the cat’s a pretty cool cat.
Boats, where boats ought not to be. I don’t mean on trailers or stowed in back yards, but there’s something about seeing from above a boat on the sea floor or lake bottom. Bad. Bad and wrong. But that’s nothing compared to seeing a dead boat listing abandoned on rocks or shoals. It’s just not natural. I saw a real-time animation of the Titanic sinking a while back, it was frightening.
Oh, and James Mason. Creepy creepy creepy. A shame, some of his movies look interesting too. If only they didn’t have so much James Mason in them.
Crowds chanting anything. I’ve been in political rallies for causes I really strongly believe in, and I still can’t bring myself to chant slogans along with the crowd. It just freaks me out, man.
Along the lines of wet cat food (and that grosses me out, too) – pots, pans, and dishes soaking in the sink which have been used to cook or eat tomato sauce. In other words, tomato sauce water. DisGUSTing. I don’t know why it’s so much worse to me than, I don’t know, lentil soup water or cake batter water, or whatever, but…it SO is.
Also, Richard Chamberlain’s face.
When I smack a fly on a window, and he gets knocked down into a spider’ web and manages to work his way out of it…
… That is FUCKING CREEPY!
*Must *hunt him down and kill him at all costs!
Sometimes I become really aware of my own blinking, and it starts to creep me right out, there’s something about the tiny tingle of resistance as the eyelids meet, then followed by a small moment of the lids clinging together just before you open your eyes. Of course you can’t get away from your own blinking that easily, so I’ll have to go to sleep – I have no other choice.
Ah, but what is sleep but one loooong blink? You’re welcome.
Warm toilet seats in public bathrooms.
Egad yes. Or any recently vacated seat that is still warm.
Santa Clause 3
The ex-wife and her new husband’s daughter has a great relationship with the ex-husband. Everyone else is like “But he’s Santa.” but the daughter doesn’t know him as Santa - he’s Uncle Scott. Just creepy.
Pro wrestling. I watched it growing up, but now, even though it’s of course scripted, there seems to be a real S&M element to it. I don’t mean the homoerotic stereotype of two nearly naked sweaty men fighting, but more like the idea of someone actually saying, “Yeah, I’ll let you hit me in the head with a chair.” Or, “Sure, I’ll jump twenty feet off a ringpost onto a table that collapses on the floor, and while we’re at it, I don’t want any padding. I’ll just hit a concrete floor.”
It doesn’t matter to me that they know how to fall safely, or take a punch. There’s something in our DNA, I think that says, “It’s a bad idea to jump and fall flat on your back.” But somehow, these people overcome that. And seem to enjoy it.
One thing I wanted to be growing up was a movie stuntman. I knew all about movie fights, and camera angles, but with pro wrestling, they’re actually connecting (even if they pull punches and overact). Like the chairshots. What kind of person says, “Yeah, I want to hit people in the head with chairs!” Or, “I want to be hit in the head with chairs!”
That’s just weird and creepy to me, to have that sort of mindset, no matter how “fake” or scripted it all is.
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Once, we were thinking of moving and were looking at a new condo/townhouse. It went up to a 3rd story that was bedrooms and an open sitting area. With the bedroom doors and curtains open you could stand in the middle of the space and look out the windows and see the sky in all four directions. For some reason that just creeped me right out.
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The small systems consulting company I worked for was acquired by one of the big accounting firms. Us systems consultants were fine with working in offices, naturally, but we don’t really think of ourselves as “business” people. Well, the company culture at the big accounting firm was all about young graduates with business/finance degrees wearing suits every day and striving to make partner. Every time I had to go into the office I would see these herds of well behaved young ambitious workers in business clothes, the women in their pencil skirts click-clacking their 3 inch heels down the hallways. The whole scene made my skin crawl. Needless to say, I didn’t stick around long.
The Lotus Seed Head plant.
Apartments with windows that are close to the sidewalk. I could never live on the ground floor, let alone in an apartment where people are walking right past your window all the time.
Many, many years ago I lived in an old house that was cut up into apartments. My girlfriend and I had the main floor. The front door went upstairs, and we had the parlor (front room), kitchen (entryway on the side), and large bedroom.
The parlor had a huge window that looked out over the front porch. There was an old man who lived in the basement apartment, and would sit on the porch. Whenever we had the curtain open, he could see right into our living room.
I hated that place for a lot of reasons.
Wind turbines, and even worse - wind farms. I have nothing against renewable energy, and recognise that harnessing energy from the wind is a great idea. But every time I see them - or even pictures of them - some part of my reptilian brain starts ringing incomprehensible alarm bells. It’s like it’s saying “This is a dark place - get *out *of here…”. The feeling is akin to the sort of terror that a toddler who is afraid of the dark might feel.
Weirdly, I have nothing against ordinary windmills. I suppose it is something about wind turbines’ aesthetic - they seem dangerous and alien to me, like on a profound level they don’t belong. No amount of logic will work against it.
This creeps me out just thinking about it.
Mouth-open chewing. With some people it’s okay, just an annoyance. But if I can hear you chewing without looking at you, it almost ruins my meal.
It’s very unsettling to me when my dog just starts barking for no reason. What does he know, that I don’t know.