I’m a pretty active guy, I get things done, etc…
But one thing that shuts me down RIGHT NOW is a gall bladder attack. I can control the onset fairly well but if I get hit with one I can barely think, it hurts so much. I can’t drive, read, or do anything else except suffer in pain.
What’s your “Kryptonite”? Your boss, your hobby, an illness, your partner? What?
rotten or curdled milk.
Only thing that can really stop me dead in my tracks. I’m fairly sure that if someone were to spill curdled milk on me, I would vomit instantly.
Other than that one particular aversion though, not really.
Right now, the* Rienzi* overture. Stops me in my tracks, wrenches my guts out.
Definitely Yuengling and cheap foreign food. I love it more than anything, and I will put off doing anything to enjoy a good beer with cheap Thai food.
Brendon
Bullets.
Never been hit by one, but I’m assume it won’t do anything good for me.
Shamozzle - Get your gallbladder removed - I had mine out a week ago, and it was nothing! See the gallbladder removal thread on IMHO for my story. Truly - I’m a wimp, but it was not at all a big deal.
StG
Pansy.
I don’t think I’d last long against a bear.
A sounding alarm clock. Sometimes they’re on TV ads for random products, and they cut right through me. I think I’ve been classically conditioned to feel downright miserable when an alarm clock goes off.
Yes, a definite runner-up.
I made the mistake of setting up my cell phone to also serve as my alarm clock. Now, whenever I get a phone call, I basically jump out of my skin.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Nice try Shamozzle, nice try.
Being in earshot of stupid, ignorant, or inane conversation.
Causes my brain to shut down, and probably start melting too.
Sometimes a TV show such as ‘Hollyoaks’ can do it. This is when someone at work has seized the TV remote. I would never knowingly watch Hollyoaks, just as, and to a lesser degree of conviction, I would never knowingly eat another human being’s poo.
If I’m enjoying a perticularly blissful sleep an alarm clock or ringing mobile phone has the effect of making my brain go from 0 to 60 in 0.05 seconds. At those moments more than at any other time in the day I seem to be calling upon super-human mental abilities (probably, in the case of the phone ringing, so that I can deal with the interruption quickly and get back to sleep)
Well, I’ve never lost a fight to one, so I think I’d probably be OK.
Adult responsibility.
I have very similar feelings about Hollyoaks - but now one of my cousins is in it, and I’m slightly torn between boycotting it as usual, or ‘supporting’ it by watching it in some familial obligation. But I still can’t stomach watching it.
Waking up.
Kryptonite is my kryptonite. I mean… farts. Yeah.
Rodents. All you’d have to do is threaten to show me a picture of a…you know…one of those, and I am completely helpless.
A few days ago, I was reading an industry magazine and was happily skimming along when I turned a page and there was a picture RIGHT THERE of a…rat.(There. I said it.) My heart stopped for a second and I froze. I wish I could have seen the look on my own face. I think there should be a mandatory warning for something like that.
I can’t even read the PetCo circular that gets sent out now and then. I learned that lesson the hard way.
I get knocked down by foot cramps when my ankles get cold. Which seems to be every couple of days. Practically fall down. I feel like wearing those old legwarmer things from my Jazzercize days.