Me too. And dealing with anything left in the drain is a serious squick-out moment for me as well. Even if it hasn’t been sitting in the dirty dishwater for long.
Anything with a honeycomb pattern to it (like a beehive) or anything with a bunch of tiny circles (like a grouping of tiny soap bubbles) makes me gag. It’s seriously revolting to me and I hate it because I realize that it’s totally irrational and I have no other idiosyncrasies that are outside of the sphere of “normal”.
So, do you not want to hear about the time I stupidly misjudged how long it would take me to dart in to the revolving door while wearing nineteen layers of winter clothing and got trapped in between the door and the edge, bringing the door to a grinding halt while two dozen irritated Montrealers tutted at me for interrupting their day by being ineffably stupid and Anglo and my friend just about pissed herself laughing, having escaped the clutches of the Deadly Door and stood outside waiting?
I had to detangle my purse, then slowly back up, extricate myself from the door, apologizing all the while through the glass, before re-entering the door like a normal human and going on my merry way and never, ever, ever visiting that particular entrance ever again.
I was fascinated to find out that a lot of people seem to have this reaction–enough that it has a name (though I can’t remember what it is anymore–there’s even a Wikipedia page about it, along with several web pages.) I found all of this out when I went looking for Lotus Boob. Do *not *google that if you have this phobia, btw. Even though it’s a Photoshop, apparently it’s quite traumatic for some folks.
Probably not as big of a deal as the OP was asking for, but I get enough comments from my friends about it that I think it’s worth a mention.
Seeing people touch TV/LCD screens directly with their fingers or skin, no matter how much dust/dirt is on them. Not as bad, but it still bothers me to see people use a cotton fabric to clear off dust. OTOH, it actually more or less soothes me when I see someone cleaning a screen with any synthetic fabric.
Phone screens being touched, I guess, sits all right with me.
Male turkeys. And their gobbling.
I don’t like the sound of the word “expunge”, but it doesn’t bug me enough for me to bring it up for the thread. I think the word should be removed from the dictionary.
There are many things uglier than windmills. Like those rusty metal sculptures they call “art”. There’s a huge one on the center of a traffic circle near where I live. And I have to drive by that carcass several times a week. I rebel when I see that horror. But it’s “Modern Art”. So how dare you complain ?
One might even say it should be expunged from the dictionary.
No one expects the Sloth Inquisiton!
There’s a great scene near the end of Umberto Eco’s *Foucault’s Pendulum[/I ]where the narrator is terrorized in Paris by unexpected glimpses of the Eiffel Tower. Very much in this vein. And eggs are just gross.
<taking copious notes for the reeducation camps once I become Evil Overlord>
My sister-in-law can’t touch photo paper. Apparently the feel of it just squicks her out to the millionth degree. She’s a cop, and more than once she’s had to take reports about people going missing. Family members would try and hand her a printed photo, and she’d have to have them place it in an envelope or put it directly in the report folder.
Parking garages, of the multi-story variety. They always look as if they’re on the verge of collapsing from all the weight that’s on them.
I hate it when a cello’s peg has a “nipple,” I guess would be the best way to describe it. That might have something to do with my high school section leader’s tendency to lick his peg’s “nipples” during sectionals. Speaking of cellos, I also can’t stand looking at a string instrument that’s missing a string or strings. It makes me think that someone’s bucktoothed the poor thing on purpose seeing as they haven’t replaced the string(s).
Uh… okay, that’s creepy behaviour.
People walking barefoot on asphalt. All i can think about is them stubbing their toe and grinding off all the skin down to the bone.
How’s that? Did I make you shiver?
Hmmm… after reading this thread, I’m disturbed to know that there are so many people out there with what sound like debilitating neuroses, lurking just below the surface. Now I’m afraid that, walking down the street, I may rub my eye or scratch my ear, and thereby cause some stranger to puke all over me.
What I was squicked out by at the beginning of this thread: not much (I’m the kind of guy who brings his own mirror to a root canal)
What I am now squicked out by: the rest of humanity.
I’m not. I don’t enjoy them or anything, but they don’t freak me out – they seem so benign. Cockroaches and centipedes, on the other hand, make me want to tear the room apart to get away from them, but I don’t consider them innocuous. 
Shower heads.
Particularly if they are the massive plate sized ones with the small little black nozzles arranged in concentric circles.
EeeeEeeeeEeeeech.
Glad I’m not the only one. My reaction is a combination of revulsion and a mad desire to smack the offending feet with a baseball bat.
It took every ounce of love and self-control I had when a lady-friend of mine did that in my own car while I was driving…