People wearing obvious makeup. Not for a night out or something, but just as part of their everyday personas. When I’m talking to someone up close and I notice all of their liners and fillers and shadows and glosses, I get that uncanny-valley feeling - I’m not talking to a person, I’m talking to a person’s representative. I know there’s a real person under there, somewhere, but they’re hiding for whatever reason. It’s creepy.
(Why yes, I am a judgemental asshole sometimes. Often, even.)
I guess I should add mold. It scares the shit out of me.
I am somewhat allergic, and once had the misfortune to read The Cask of Amontillado.
So, all you folks creeped out by parents kissing their kids on the lips… You do know that that’s the origin of kissing, right? Before prepackaged jars of Gerber’s, the way you’d feed a just-weaned baby was by the parents chewing up a bite of food, and then spitting it into the kid’s mouth. This practice developed into a general sign of affection used even when food wasn’t involved. If there’s anyone creepy or deviant here, it’s those folks who kiss those they’re sexually attracted to on the lips. Parents kissing kids on the lips is normal.
No one else can’t stand manholes or other access covers in sidewalks or streets?
I cannot step on one. Nope. I know that the cover will somehow crush down into it and I will fall in. Even if we’re talking about a gas line access that objectively is about 2" in diameter…somehow I will fall helplessly down through it.
I also don’t like flooring or stairs that are made from that open metal grill stuff. I once turned down an otherwise great sounding job, just because the stairs I’d have to use every day were those metal strips kind. <shudder>
Manholes are easy to avoid, but the metal grates, no way. There are parts of NYC where it seems like the entire sidewalk is made up of those damned grates.
I didn’t think it was that creepy, until you added that little detail. :eek:
Basements. I know there must be plenty of people who are fine with them, because I gather that in big parts of the US they’re totally normal, but WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE THINKING?! There could be ANYTHING down there!!1!!! Serial killers! Ghosts! Zombie clowns! Swamp creatures!
I don’t mind being actually *in *a basement, but being in a room that has a door to a basement…AAAIEEEE.
They’re not a thing in Ireland. Thank God. I mean, you get houses with ‘basement levels’, but that just means that floor of the house is semi-below ground level. It still has windows.
I get this.
Mobs of so-called ‘neighborly’ Republicans… whether its at a block party, a church social, or any event where they have their preferred 10-1 ratio for letting loose their assholishness.
There’s something about that plastic-practiced smile… the phony clap on the back… the supposed sly winks to minions and thugs that everyone can see… and the ‘Ooops’ slips of racism.
It honestly just makes it so much easier to see:
You really ARE just Scum, aren’t you???
raises hand
When I was in 5th grade, I stepped on a manhole-type cover over a storm drain (or something like that) that was in a far corner of my school’s playground, and it wasn’t latched like it should have been. It flipped up, letting one of my legs fall in, and then swung back, trapping my leg in it at about knee level, leaving me in an awkward split position where I couldn’t get any leverage to get my leg out and get up. All I could do was scream for help. I was trapped for about 10 minutes and then it took three adults to move the cover enough to let me get out; I scraped up one side of my leg and the other side was one big bruise.
Ever since then, I will not walk on a manhole or grate unless I absolutely cannot avoid it, and if I can’t avoid it, someone needs to hold my hand and I am terrified the whole time.
I LOVE wind farms. Those huge turbines make me think of the Martian war machines in H.G. Wells’s The War of the Worlds (more like the Edward Gorey drawings, not any of the movie versions).
Oh god, this is SO creepy. And I only hear it out there in America west of the Hudson River.
Come to think of it, America west of the Hudson River creeps me out. Some neighborhoods in Chicago and San Francisco are okay. You can keep the rest of it.
I find the older men, attending my daughter’s high school football games, staring all the young teenage girls out there kind of creepy. I’ve met people who haven’t had kids in the school for years who still attends HS football games, and that kind of creeps me out too.
Really? They put me more in mind of the tripods from John Christopher’s YA books.
Ancient tunnels that have been discovered in my hometown in recent years I find simultaneously fascinating and creepy as hell
Do other people find old cartoons creepy, like an uncanny valley effect even though they aren’t even remotely trying to look human?
Me too. Driving up through eastern Spain recently, we went through some large wind farms - the first sight of them over the crests of foothills really looked like a bunch of giant, living, leggy creatures striding and thrashing about.
Poor doggie! In the next life, the dog will be serving you. He’ll bring your meal to you at the dining room table. The wine and the water glass he’ll put on the hall table on the other side of the house. You won’t be allowed to move them. Want a sip? Take a walk. 
Former New Yorker here. Let’s see … Brooklyn? … That’s somewhere across the river on Long Island, right? I think. Some places like the Hamptons are okay. You can keep the rest of it.
A small price to pay for free rent and belly scratches. 
I frequently do this to eat lunch, drive to a park and just sit in my car. Sorry I’m creeping you out.