Anyone who doesn’t find clowns creepy makes my creepy list.
Antiques.
Fiddlehead Ferns in their Fiddlehead stage. They used to grow in my sandbox when I was a kid and they reminded me of thick green worms. I still can’t get that out of my head.
What’s even worse is that people EAT them. OMG no worms for me, thank you very much!
Mrs. FtG listens to Kris and Rita and lot. One of their duets has this:
And we can get to know each other
Like a sister and a brother
Like a father and a mother
Like a woman and a man
What is that 2nd line doing in a love song?
Fine grain wood. Like popsicle sticks, or the shaved part of a pencil.
Probably comes from when I would suck on the stick part. If you’ve never tasted that sort of wood, it is the most retch-quality taste that’s ever been near an edible product. Maybe that’s why doctors use them as gags…Anyway, the texture as well! How can something be so rough and so smooth at the same time? It’s all…coarse, but it shouldn’t be.
Disgusting.
So I play webkinz. Shut up. I know I’m too old. It’s fun and my best friend does it too.
Webkinz is a kids’ computer game. You buy a stuffed animal and you get a virtual pet version of that animal. And you play games, chat with friends, decorate their little rooms, etc.
They have webkinz, the normal ones, and li’l kinz. Some of the li’l kinz are small animals, like a mouse or a hummingbird, but some are just small versions of the regular ones. The stuffed toys are smaller and the virtual pets are smaller.
I find some of the li’l kinz really creepy. Particularly because the proportions don’t change. So some of them (like the puppies) just look like baby versions and are okay. But some of them (like the cow) just look like… creepy little shrunken animals. The ones that creep me out most are the tiny versions of the gorilla. For some reason it makes me think of like… an army of miniature gorillas invading my room or something. And I really really like gorillas. I have one on my desktop right now, in fact. But the idea of tiny little munchkin gorillas freaks me out.
The fixed smiles on cheerleaders.
Big open spaces and really large animals. Someone posted a picture of a giant cat face looking at an astronaut and it was just horrible. Dinosaurs bother me sometimes. Gigantic marine reptiles eating dinosaurs is the worst.
Yeah that creeps me out too. When I worked retail I’d sometimes forget to take my nametag off during my breaks/after work, and people behind the counter would do that to me too. I’d be distracted from getting change, holding up the line while I tried to think of where the hell I knew them from…
Worship. The idea of worshipping anything, real or not makes my skin crawl.
Long hair brushing over my skin - eeek. And the feeling of sleeping under a fan on a hot night - it just feels creepy…gives me goosebumps to think of it. I have to sleep under a sheet.
Anthropomorphic animal costumes.
The big heads and sightless eyes have creeped me out since I was a kid - and as they’re designed to appeal to kids, I think they made a great misstep somewhere.
Cirque du Soleil. I’ve never seen them in person, and wouldn’t want to. For some reason I imagine that they would smell bad if I were close enough to them.
I thought only I felt that way!
For me - balloons. Latex, helium-filled balloons, to be precise. I come as close as I ever do to panic if one gets near my head.
“Those little eyes so helpless and appealin’
one day will flash and send you crashin’ through the ceilin’”
Uggghhhhhh bad touch bad touch bad touch bad touch.
My dad has a collection of clips from the Dean Martin show and they sing that song several times, usually with actual little girls piled around the singer. And sometimes, they decide that’s not weird enough. (Warning: wind-up doll army) Given Dino’s lecherous, alcoholic stage persona you’ve got to wonder what the hell the parents of those children were thinking.
Also, loose strands of hair. Mine, yours, hers. If I feel a strand of hair on my body, I will get into weird contortions trying to find it. Of course at the rate I shed, this happens at least once a day. And god help you if you leave clumps of hair in the shower for me to find.
Those robotic monsters at Chucky Cheese and Showbiz Pizza.
Mine’s worse. If I as much as hear Shirley Temple’s name I want to break something. Being forced to dress up in frilly dresses with bows in my hair and dance and sing ‘On the Good Ship Lollipop’ for company as a child has left me scarred for life. Having the same kind of hair as someone famous shouldn’t be an excuse for child abuse.
Lotus pods. Anything with holes stuck together like that makes me think of insect eggs and nests. Even just glancing at Google Images long enough to copy the link was enough to make me queasy.
There was once a photo on Snopes that featured a lotus pod superimposed on a woman’s breast, so that it looked like her breast was infested with some sort of bug. I’ve never been able to get that photo out of my head. I hated lotus pods before I saw that picture, but it definitely did not help.
The other thing that creeps me out, Taenia spp., is tapeworms.
Oh, and, Bacon Salt, the video with the doll army was bloody disturbing. Why would they do that? Why?
…but, but…they’re so ADORABLE!
I second Bacon Salt’s doll video; that is truly horrifying.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who is totally creeped out by that photo, even though I know it’s fake. Definitely something I would like to “unsee” if I had the opportunity.
Monkeys creep me out. Apes somewhat, but not as much as monkeys. It’s something about monkeys’ faces – the lack of expression in their eyes.