June 29, 2012

Things that make you go, "Ewwwww!"

Now imagine that title being sung by C+C Music Factory.

I am easily grossed out.  Things that don't bother other people give me the Hebe-geebies.  Somethings make me physically ill, others just really make my skin crawl....and being the kind and thoughtful person I am, I think I need to share them with you. Ready?  Go!


  • Spit- seriously I cannot abide saliva.  It makes me want to hurl.  Anything to do with it freaks me out.  Ordinary Sarah posted about being gifted spit shined jump boots and I thought, "I would never wear shoes again."  
  • Mucus- OK, so no one really likes this stuff, but I have an aversion to it that rivals a phobia.  A child at school informed me that she had a cold then proceeded to lift her head so I could see up her nose and proclaimed, "See?  Lots of snot!"  2 things.  #1- She was old enough to know this is not a polite way to tell someone you don't feel well.  #2- She was old enough to keep her nose clean & obviously had not.  I almost threw up on the cafeteria floor.
  • Roaches- Again, unless you're an entomologist, who really likes roaches?  But the sight of a roach scurrying across the ceiling is enough to make me come unhinged.  Don't believe me?  Ask Swiss Miss- my first college roommate.  I ran screaming from our dorm and hid in the hallway while she killed the only roach I ever saw in our room.  In the country we have wood roaches.  They thrive on rotten wood & being that we live surrounded by a wooded area, they are abundant.  I can deal with them living in the rotten stumps outside, but they occasionally wander into my bathroom (not the kitchen or pantry- just the bathroom) and wait to be smashed.  By the time I've killed one, I've convinced myself that I must shower immediately or face a similar fate to Gregor Samsa.
  • (Now this is where it gets strange) Cotton balls- yes, I detest those little white, fluffy things you use to remove eye make-up, craft sheep in Sunday School, and pour peroxide on to clean a cut.  Touching a cotton ball is tantamount to getting a filling with no Novocaine in my book.  It physically makes my teeth ache.  If I wet them quickly, I can deal with them just long enough to get nail polish off my badly chipped manicure, but I absolutely cannot pull them out of a pill bottle to get to the medicine beneath.  That is a job strictly reserved for Husband or a FarmHand who happens to wander by.  And don't even get me started on the cotton they pack your mouth with after dental work.  I'm gagging just thinking about it.
  • Walking on snow- My reaction is nearly the same as the one I have when touching a dry cotton ball.  My skin crawls.  I shudder.  A shiver runs up my spine.  I can abide neither the sound nor the feeling of a deep snow fall under foot.  Sledding I'm fine with.  The thought of snowshoeing makes me break out in hives.  It's kind of a fingernails on the chalk board thing for me.
My mother has issues with displaced hair.  If it is not firmly attached to your head, it should not be present anywhere.  Just the picture of my ponytail before I donated it was enough to make her sick at her stomach.  She cannot stand to see someone brush their hair out in a kitchen (something we're oddly prone to as that's the last place in the house we tend to be before ushering everyone out the back door).  She cannot stand to watch someone clean out a hair brush.  In fact, when she donated her her hair, she took the envelope pre-stamped to the stylist and made her package and mail the hair because QM didn't even want to handle the envelope once it contained "free" hair.

Another friend had issues with pencil erasers.  The sound they made.  The feeling of them dragging across the paper.  The left behind bits all over a desk top.  It set her on edge.

So now I must ask, what makes you squirm?  Reptiles?  Birds (it's more common than you'd imagine)?  Babies who stare?  Clowns?  Regis Philbin's voice? Spill!

6 comments:

Layla said...

I scream like a girl when I see submarines on TV or in movies and run from the room. I had to watch Crimson Tide in college, for class, and I sobbed through the whole thing in terror.

FarmWife said...

Layla, I'm not sure if it's OK or not, but I love that about you. But I must ask, what if the submarine is yellow and full of singing Brits?

Penny said...

snakes..hate them!! when I was married the first time, it was to a farmer (so I guess I could be a Farm Wife too! LOL)..I thought that I needed to be the farm wife everyone thought I should be, so I proceeded to have this great garden..it was fine and actually produced food! in the fall, when it was time to clean up the leftover stuff, I was raking and hauling that stuff to the cow pasture..pulled open the gate and there was a black snake! I ran, SCREAMING the whole way up to the house, called said husband on the radio (this was 1979 mind you) and told him there was a snake...he proceeded to tell me that the snake was probably miles away by now..I didnt believe him and the gate stayed open until he came home to close it...dont do snakes, no way no how!

Kork said...

I'm claustrophobic, so any small space, even if seen only through the wonders of photography send me diving for cover and a brown paper bag into which I can breathe...
BB tried to make me tour an early Submarine at the nifty museum in Charleston, SC...I made it down the ladder, and had to turn around at the sight of the hallway up the middle...

Kork said...

Earwigs...I forgot about earwigs until a friend of mine posted the nifty trap they use in their bathroom...it gives me the willies just thinking about it...

I blame it on the Star Trek scene...if you've seen them, you know what I'm talking about...if you haven't, I will NOT share, because I will have nightmares and you will all become phobic yourselves...

zann said...

camel crickets - oh how I hate those little insects whom I'm sure are from space. You know the ones- they are basement dwellers, brown and speckled. I have no problem with their black cousins nor grasshoppers. I also can't stand the feeling of loose hair on my hands it's like nails on a chalk board to me. Especially wet hair. It is for this reason I hate to wash the dog and would like to wear gloves when washing my own hair. Oh! and vomit, can't tolerate the sound, smell or even the thought without feeling nauseated myself. I always hate when people on facebook post about having a stomach bug because even if they are miles away from me and I have been around them in 10 years, I will feel nauseated to the point of convincing myself I have it too.