Wow, there’s a lot of people here who’d hate to have me for a roommate…I shed prodigiously. I estimate that 15 percent of my shower time is used up trying to get all the loose hairs off of me. When I shampoo, I get dozens of long black hairs wound around my hands, and the only way to get them off is to hang them on the shower door. (I pick 'em off and throw 'em away about once a week.) I shed all the rest of the time too…my hair really likes to stick to the sweater I wear at work. I can pull handfuls of the stuff off it at any given moment.
Bananas. As if the smell isn’t bad enough, the consistency makes me gag. It always makes me think that they’re not fully ripe yet. I call bananas The Unfinished Fruit.
Mouth spittle. A guy I used to work for would get this after talking for about 5 minutes- a string of spit from the middle of his bottom lip to the middle of the top lip. Weekly department meetings were torture for me- after 5 minutes his voice turned into the adult voice in Peanuts cartoons. I was just concentrating so hard on not gagging on the conference table and running out of the room. I’d find myself involuntarily pressing my lips together hard, or ceremoneously licking my lips, as if I was trying to telepathically communicate with him that he had a tremendous stretchy stalagtite of spit bouncing along on his face to the rhythm of his speech. It’s making me shudder right now just thinking about it.
Jello. I can’t stand the sight of it. What is it- solid? Liquid? It’s freaky- food shouldn’t move like that. My vision of hell is a jello mold with little discs of banana suspended within, held by someone with a string of mouth spit.
my college roomate and I used to share the catch phrase “i’d rather lick my toilet than wash the dishes” I get really freaked out washing anything that ranch dressing ever touched. I like ranch dressing but it just has this smell and putting water and soap on it freaks me out.
Also, I dont let anyone hold my hands or touch my hands or touch my feet.
I also have never been able to rewear socks or underwear even if they were off my body for two minutes. When I get physicals I have to take the underwear home with me in my purse. I can’t put it back on.
newspaper and those brown paper boxes are terrible to touch
also i’m really really grossed out by blood vessels. I get naueous thinking about veins and arteries. God forbid I see one in a piece of chicken. I have literally thrown up before from this. I dont even like seeing the veins through the skin in my own wrists. I did an internship with a cardiothroacic surgeon and when he pulled a vein out of a leg during bypass surgeries i would have to leave the room. gross. i can’t believe i’ve seen a vein outside the body. i could just die.
watery salads. i never order salads at restaurants. i have to eat the ones i make myself ot make sure its drained properly. actually i have to spin my lettuce to get the water out. when i add salad dressing and the whole thing is watery, the salad is ruined and i’m thoroughly grossed out.
This thread is hilarious; keep it coming. Lissa, I feel exactly the same way about babies. All that spitting, vomit, poop, crying…for, what, at least 2 years? And that’s the easy part! Thanks, but no. Puppies, however, can pee on the floor, lick me in the face, whatever, and remain the most adorable things in the entire world. It’s inexplicable.
Also, I can’t stand used purses. I can buy (or inherit) used furniture, cars, or clothes (although I cannot eat while looking at photographs of used furniture or clothing - say, on Ebay), but I can’t do purses.
I was outside washing my windows today when I ran into some cobweb containing various deceased housefly parts that the web’s one-time proprietor obviously hadn’t considered good eating. On my paper towel I discerned a shimmery fly wing fragment, a leg or two, and a teeny brownish seed-like piece that (on closer inspection) turned out to be the poor little bastard’s eyeballs, more or less intact. Gave me pause, it did.
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[li]Pumpkin innards- yech![/li][li]Satin fabric- I don’t mind feeling it with my hands, but I could never wear anything made from it.[/li][li]Cigarette ashes, especially wet. God, what a horrid smell! Makes me glad I don’t smoke.[/li][li]Dryer lint- I hate having to pick at it and scrape it off the filter.[/li][li]Add me to the list of people squicked out by eating bananas. They’re too squishy and mushy for me. While I am at it, the mere thought of eating soggy cereal makes me want to violently retch.[/li][li]Burnt popcorn. My sister eats it like this! Just the pungent smell of it makes my hairs stand on end![/li][li]Cold pizza. Who the hell can eat it cold! Blech! Heat it up and get that cheese all nice and soft again (and put it in a toaster oven- microwave-reheated pizza just isn’t as good)[/li][/ul]
As a child, I lived for a while with an aunt of mine. She made me eat a bowl of cereal every morning and then drink the milk from the bowl afterwards. That flavored milk with little mushy chunks in it . . . After I left her house, I never ate a bowl of cereal again. It makes me feel queasy even to think about it.
So I have some repeats from others. My main one is spitting.
I can’t stand it.
My boyfriend once licked my neck and I had to shower and scrub the area. It just freaks me out.
But my strangest stomach turning, makes me want to vomit quirk, is any clip or skit that has monkeys acting out scenes. I can’t explain it, but I get physically ill. I have to leave the room when anything like that comes on. It is just something about the way they “mouth” the words.
That entire movie heebs me out!! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder, they added a midget to the mix. Nothing against midgets, mind you, I just figured it was going to go even more wrong.
LOL… reading this thread, I’ve realised I have so many things that I can’t stand the sight/sound/touch/feel/smell of… maybe I should see someone about it!
However, I do love bananas, I like drinking the milk from my cereal and I really love burnt popcorn (and toast even though I know it’s really bad for you). Perhaps I’m not that bad after all
Hey, I was discussing this thread at morning meeting at work yesterday, and we agreed one of the squckier things we occasionally have to do, that borders on grossing us out, is when you have to take the delicate “glove” of dead skin off the fingertips of a bloated decomposing body from a river or bay, stick it over your own fingertips, and roll fingerprints from it.
But we agreed it would only be like really gross if we didn’t have rubber gloves on.
LOL… reading this thread, I’ve realised I have so many things that I can’t stand the sight/sound/touch/feel/smell of… maybe I should see someone about it!