This. And pomegranates squick me the fuck out through-and-through. The inside looks like a maggot-ridden wound. Ugh, a lot of people talk about how delicious they are, but I can’t get past their appearance.
“Innocuous” means “unlikely to cause offense or provoke emotion.”
In a thread about things that squick you out even though they’re “innocuous” I would think something that clearly is found gross by almost every human being on the planet doesn’t qualify as “innocuous.”
The arrangement of seeds inside peppers.
Oh, oh, this too, this too. I love to eat raw peppers. But looking at the way the seeds grow inside them…and sometimes those weird bulbous green growths inside them…oh man, I think I have to lie down.
Look nothing so far is gross enough for me to bat an eye lash at. Sorry for not being innoculous enough as to say something as vanilla as ketchup.
Ketchup is very hard to look at because it reminds me of something red.
How is that? Would you like me to supersize that with a side of maggots?
True, but I think it’s generally fairly common for people to say they don’t like looking at dog crap. Most people wouldn’t see that as innocuous because it smells offensive and comes out of another creature’s backside.
It’s not like saying you hate looking at ears because they skeeve you.
As seen in this thread (I enjoy having my wife pluck my back hair. Weird? - Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share - Straight Dope Message Board) I have a weird thing about wiry hairs sticking out from odd places. A co-worker had a single black hair, about an inch long, sticking out of the side of his neck. Everytime I saw it I wanted to pluck it out. Another guy (somebody I saw on the bus) had a totally hairless forearm except for some odd birthmark or discoloration that had five long hairs growing out of it. All I could think about was ripping them out.
The OP says “This is NOT a thread for posting gross things that squick most people out.” It doesn’t say that other people have to be unable to look at it, just that most people would consider that thing to be gross.
Needles in arms, I don’t mind getting stuck with one or even watching it, it just squicks me out watching it done to other people.
You realize what you’re going to see a lot of at the next real life SDMB meeting, don’t you? 
People putting butter on their food, especially when it’s a generous portion. I literally look away when my husband butters a roll, for example, and the same if he dumps a chunk on pancakes or waffles. Generally speaking, butter nauseates me. I know it’s probably healthier than the margarine I add in teeny-tiny quantities to my toast occasionally, but I just can’t do it. Because I’d have to look at butter. And I hate looking at butter.
Oh, god. I just remembered. Butter on corn. It’s so gross! I put just enough margarine to make it slightly moistened, then stop. My husband butters his in great gobs of the stuff.
Along with not being able to literally look at it without feeling extremely nauseated, the smell of artificially-flavoured “buttery” microwave popcorn is even worse. I once got the dry heaves at work when someone did that in the office kitchen.
Mine is mushy bananas. They make me physically ill. I once saw my sister squeezing a banana out of its brown, shriveled peel like toothpaste out of a tube, and I had to leave the room, retching. She was making banana bread, and the bananas have to be like that in order to bring out the most flavor. I understand this, and I respect it (because I’m all about bringing out flavor). But actually watching their extraction was an ordeal I’d like not to repeat.
You people are crazy. All of you.
How the heck can you get through life when things like ears and butter trigger your gag reflex? I have attached earlobes and eat butter by the spoonful and put globs of it on everything, BTW.
Living in Las Vegas, buffet capital of the world, one thing that I can’t stand to see is people filling a plate with food, and wandering around looking for more to pile on it and then - eating off the plate with their fingers as they saunter along.
Geez - can’t you wait 2 minutes until you sit down with a fork or spoon?!
Grosses me out.
Oddly, this is usually done by fairly attractive women who you would think might have a bit more class.
Yes! What IS it with those people with hairs sticking out? Either they don’t see them or they don’t care. Maybe I spend too much time looking in the mirror, but I make sure I don’t have weird hairs anywhere on my face (or neck, ladies, look at your necks). I saw a cousin of mine recently, about the same age, and all i could look at was a BIG LONG pink foundation coated hair sticking straight out, waving in the breeze, right on the adams apple area. Jeez!
I’ve shared this before, but large structures, usually oddly shaped buildings, creep me out in a serious way, where, I don’t want to look at them yet I feel oddly compelled to stare at them. Like this cursed thing. When I’m nearing it while in a car I actively search for it and then can’t keep my eyes off it until it’s out of range, yet the sight of it fills me with a strange dread. Same for water towers.
I had forgotten my revulsion at oil derricks until it came up in another thread not too long ago. I haven’t seen one in years as they don’t seem to have them where I live now but when I was growing up they were everywhere and many car trips were spent in speechless horror as I stared out the window and prayed we could drive faster and get away from them. God help me if we were stopped at a light near one :eek:
Agreed! I find it’s worse if the person is obese and is carrying several plates back to the trough err table. I hate that this grosses me out because most of my family is obese. I have actually vomited in a buffet because of this. 
People eating off their plates is that gross? I think it’s one thing to grab something with your fingers from the communal plate area (it wouldn’t make me faint or anything–I do think we’re a little overly germ phobic these days), but off their plates? Which they’ll be eating off of when they get to their tables?
To be honest, someone vomiting at a buffet would gross me out a lot more than someone eating…
Nail polish.
Ladies, I don’t know how you do it. My sister and a cousin were playing with some back when I was about 9 (girls were 10 and 9 respectively). They’d already put nail polish on their own fingers and toes, my grandmother’s, my gramdmother’s dog’s, so they asked me to volunteer mine. Then they bribed me.
Holy f*ck is that stuff uber-creepy going on! It’s all cool and it stays all cool as it dries and feels kind of weighted. And on your toe nails! AAAIEEEE! And even worse the nail polish remover was cold and creepier! It was almost cold, like I had a dead man’s finger tips!
To this day I can’t stand the look of the stuff because I cannot imagine how anyone can withstand the utter creepiness of painting it on, and do so willingly.
I would leave. Seriously.