Stepping in dog crap. I have done it many times but it always nauseates me. You take a step into something soft. You look down and then you smell it. Oh crap!Then you try and rub it off on the grass without looking. Grosses me out.
If I walk into a ladies restroom stall and there is something red or brown in the bowl I turn my head quickly and retreat.
I know elimination is apart of life but it is gross to look at and smell.
Perciful, those are seemingly innocuous?!
For your own good, please don’t ever ever ever visit Iowa.
Chimps. Period.
Mark me as another for gum. Horrible stuff. Mind you, it’s not just a visual thing (as the thread title would seem to be limited to), but auditory and, depending on the particular flavor, olfactory as well. Yech.
More narrowly to the point, I’m rather squeamish about crumpled up things, especially straw wrappers and similar paper stuff. It’s even worse if it’s wet. Don’t like to see, touch, or think about them. If a friend crumples a straw wrapper up at a restaurant, I’ll make a minor scene about it until they get rid of it. If it’s more of a stranger or casual/business acquaintance, I’ll try to nonchalantly move the table settings around until I can’t see the nauseating thing.
There may be a few other things, but those two are the biggies.
They kind of freak me out in general but I don’t really hate them. Sometimes I think they’re cute but sometimes they just feel gross. I’m not one of those who always wanted a chimp growing up. They never felt cute to me in the same way dogs do, even though dogs can do their share of grody things, too.
No! Put 'em down, please. :mad: (:))
Hubble space images or the like.
I swear as I look I feel myself shrinking and it makes me dizzy. I have the same issue with images from the tops of buildings and mountains, but about this is about ten times worse. I hate it too because I love reading about the universe…just can’t look at the images.
Wet newspaper used to freak me out, but I forced myself to deal with it. Still don’t love it.
Wet newspaper used to freak me out, but I forced myself to deal with it. Still don’t love it.
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Men!
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Men!
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Men!
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Men!
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Men!
Also, that squicksquicksquick sound when someone is scratching their eyeball. You know how they do when they bury their finger into the inner corner and rub it deeply?
Those things crack me up, they’re so bizarrely hilarious, though I do think the Family Guybit has a lot to do with my laughter when I see one!
I hate belly buttons. Creep me out, and I can’t stand the thought of anyone poking at one. I’m also creeped out by kneecaps and muscle/joint diagrams of knees. Any other body part, I’m fine with and find fascinating, but knees freak me out.
Wicker. I don’t like touching it, and I’m convinced there’s both a strong smell and even taste to some wicker (just being near it, I get a weird taste in my mouth) that makes me feel sick. Other woven things similar to wicker get the same response. There is an ugly-ass woven lamp in the bedroom we sleep in at my in-laws place, and it’s on my side of the bed. I have to steel myself up to reach in and turn it off while trying not too touch the base or lampshade (yes it’s woven too!), and all the while my husband laughs at me.
Me too. Also, chewing ice cubes. Gah!
I was going to add spitting, but I guess that isn’t innocuous.
Holy mother, I could hurl right now from reading that.
I also can not STAND to wash cutlery by hand. hair. standing. on. end…
I also can’t deal with my hands smelling like food. Even tasty food. Makes me soooo nauseous.
Attached earlobes. I just opened up ESPN magazine and saw a close-up of Tim Tebow’s ear.
Onion and garlic smell on my hands. I watch TV chefs chopping and mincing and smashing onions and garlic cloves, and I can only think, eww! their hands are going to reek!!!
That baked on splattered cooking grease behind the stove. Trying to remove it turns into a full time job, so I just try not to look at it, too often.
Yep, close enough.
And, AAAAIIIIIEEEE!
Eating lobster looks to me like a bizarre alien autopsy. Those things are goddamn ugly. Then just when I’ve gotten over it, a claw is cracked and lobster shrapnel is fired in my direction. Unfortunately, I know how much my wife enjoys it, so I tune it out as best as I can.
Mustard.
Every Friday when my boss bring pretzels into the office, I see people squirting that crap on the pretzels, carrying it around the office. I feel like I can smell it a mile away. Makes me sick.
Uh yeah, Innocent in nature. Take a step in dog doo. Open a stall door. Unplanned and certainly not harmful except to look at?