Excuse Me, Madam, Your Peccadilloes Are Showing

So I guess something I haven't told you is that I kind of have black hair now. I'd say I have no idea how this happened, but that would be a lie, because I totally know how this happened: in an attempt to save time, I bought a new hair dye that promised I'd only have to leave it on for ten minutes---it had a punny name and everything: Expresso on the Double, which at first glance I thought was just Clairol being embarrassingly ignorant about the correct spelling of espresso and so I almost didn't buy it BECAUSE OF THAT REASON ALONE---except I totally forgot that I only had to leave it on for ten minutes, and so do you know how long I left it on for? Twenty five minutes. Whoops! I'm telling anyone who asks that I'm going through my dark, angsty, goth phase right now and to leave me alone so I can go and write some bad poetry about my tender soul. That's on a bad day. On a good day, I just say "Oh thanks! I'm getting a headstart on my Snow White costume for Halloween."

In other news, my parents arrived in San Francisco yesterday, and it is such a novelty to have them both here at once. I finally feel like an only child! I haven't had my parents to myself for 25 years, when my brother Tom was born in 1983, and we have grand plans for this evening, plans that include teaching my dad how to play Guitar Hero on the Wii and my mum how to do yoga on the Wii Fit. In fact, let's just call it a Wiivening!

(On second thought, that sounds a little like some weird pagan ritual that me and my newly-minted goth hair would participate in during a full moon, something involving robes and sacrifices and sheaves of wheat. Come to the eight annual Wiivening tonight in yonder field and don't forget your vial of blood!)

One of the things my mum brought over in her suitcase this time---as well as my Complete 2009 Delivery Of Proper English Teabags---was two wooden spoons from her kitchen. The reason behind this is that when my mum is in San Francisco visiting me, she often likes to cook in my kitchen---well, actually, I beg her to make her homemade macaroni and cheese so loudly and vociferously that eventually she breaks down and says FINE, I GET IT, I SENT YOU AWAY TO BOARDING SCHOOL WHEN YOU WERE ELEVEN, I GUESS I OWE YOU A FROM-SCRATCH BECHAMEL SAUCE---and yet one thing about cooking in my kitchen bothers my mum: I do not have any wooden spoons.

I cannot stand wooden spoons, you see. I don't know what it is about them, only that even typing the words "wooden spoons" just  now caused an involuntary cringing on my part, accompanied by an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. Ooh, there it is again. I just hate....how they feel. I hate having to touch them. I hate the thought of them. If I have to stir something while I'm cooking or baking, I have an arsenal of large plastic and metal spoons for just this purpose. Even seeing the wooden spoons my mum brought from Singapore SITTING ON MY BED caused me to almost break out in hives last night. Hi, my name is Holly and I have woodenspoonophobia. Is there some sort of support group I can join?

I feel this way, to some extent, about cardboard boxes and paper bags from the grocery store, too, although these are harder to avoid, and also I am better at dealing with this affliction; my major problem is just when the cardboard box or paper bag touches my bare flesh (arghhhhhhhhhh, make it stop) and even that only bothers me sometimes.

(Interestingly, my brother Tom has the same thing with cardboard boxes too, and my mum's theory is that it's because we moved around so much as children. Tom, however, has no problem whatsoever with wooden spoons. I think I'm just wack on that one.)

I'm not alone in this though, right? It's like fingernails on a chalkboard or the tines of a fork squeaking across a plate; everyone has a particular sense or sound they can't deal with, don't they? My dad, for instance, cannot stand those polystyrene packing peanuts. My mother hates the feel of the material they use to make backpacks. I had a friend at boarding school who absolutely FREAKED THE EFF OUT if anyone ever put a towel between their teeth. (Not a common occurrence, sure, but once we found out about it, we used to do it all the time just to mess with her.)

Am I crazy? Or do you have a Thing like this too? Please tell me you have a Thing. And if your Thing happens to be wooden spoons too, perhaps we can form an alliance. We'll meet every Wednesday afternoon to bake cookies, promising only to stir the batter with a knife.

Jan 13, 2009

Definitely with your dad on the packing peanuts, with a bonus Thing about people using their teeth to remove food from their fork, making that nasty short scraping sound in the process. Use your lips, people. Use your lips.

Jan 13, 2009

I looooooove wooden spoons so much that just one 'o' wouldn't do. I would probably bring my own, too. But even reading the words "nails on a chalkboard" sent shivers up my spine. My boyfriend hates the sound of a hand on a balloon and I worked with a woman who felt that way about newspapers.

Jan 13, 2009

My thing is cellophane. I can't stand the way it feels or sound it makes. Gift baskets send me running and screaming from the room. Which is not the proper response to receiving a gift basket, at all.

Jan 13, 2009

Ooh, so many: cardboard (especially if it touches my fingernails), metal spoons hitting each other (like when someone "plays the spoons"), metal silverware hitting a porcelain sink, grinding teeth sounds, like when someone is eating and their teeth sort of slip and squeak. I don't like to touch any type of paper unless I have just put lotion on my hands because it feels gross. And I HATE touching chenille sweaters or blankets. They feels like duck fat. I have about 100 Things. You're lucky it's just wooden spoons.

Jan 13, 2009

I totally understand the whole "towel in teeth" thing, although I know it's weird. It does this weird scraping thing on your teeth that you can only detect if you hate it, also it just FEELS wrong.
My dad used to have these cheap wool-like blankets, similar to the material of heating blankets, and even when I just think about them now I imagine them rubbing against the dry skin on the bottoms of my feet and the make me want to claw my skin off!!!
I don't own a wooden spoon either, but I suspect it's a deep seeded fear of them stemming from when my mom used to spank us with them. Or I just hate spending money when a metal spoon works just fine.

Jan 13, 2009

I'm sure I have some weird things, but I'm laughing too hard right now to think of them! I've never heard of someone afraid of wooden spoons.

I don't like wooden spoons because they are unhygienic. Like germs get caught in there that you can't get out by washing them because they seep into the wood.

OK, maybe I'm weird about wooden spoons too.

Emily P.
Jan 13, 2009

I would definitely join your "I hate wooden spoons" group. I cannot stand using them. I am with you...they just do not feel right in my hand. Oh my husband would join too.

Chris C.
Jan 13, 2009

I actually really love wooden spoons -- hate the plastic ones.

My thing is bricks. Oooh, that texture. Just thinking about touching a brick gives me that fingernails on a blackboard feeling.

Jan 13, 2009

Oh, I have a Thing, sure! Paper bags do freak me out, because they make my skin feel dry, and just now thinking about it kind of makes me shiver. Which, wooden spoons is now starting to do, even though it didn't before. Your Thing may be catching.

Similar to paper bags, though, is newspaper. It's not just the feel of them, though, it's the smell of them. I think it triggers my nausea from motion sickness and not being able to read in cars, but it makes me want to throw up. And unfortunately, I take public transit and come across many smelly newspapers.

I also hate the old fashioned pencils with the erasers that sit in the little metal ring, because the metal always scrapes against the paper and it's just the worst thing in the world.

Also, sort of people cracking their knuckles, but I've actually gotten better with that one, somehow.

Jan 13, 2009

Velvet is the worst for me. I am wary of the fabrics I touch while shopping just in case it is velvet. It literally sends chills up my spine thinking about it.

Mrs. Higrens
Jan 13, 2009

Me too on the wooden spoons! I have one that was broken in with lots of use before I got it, and that is the brownie mixer, jello mixer, or whenever when I need a wooden vs. metal spoon or spatula to stir properly. I've been given a number of new, hand-carved wooden spoons, spatulas, etc. but have never used them due to the feel of the wood. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Ditto on popsicle sticks.

Jan 13, 2009

I am the same about Cellophane as Sheryl above. I have a physical reaction to the sound of it. I can't even open a frozen dinner sometimes by myself because of the noise. It literally makes me nauseous and I can't breath. My sister likes to torture me any chance she gets with the noise of cellophane. It should be outlawed.

Jan 13, 2009

Cotton Balls. Because they crunch. Ughhh

Jan 13, 2009

Hooray for parents and homemade food! My "thing" is vomit. No one likes it, right? Well, haven't done it in 11 years and the mere mention, sound, smell, etc. makes me get a rash and tear up. I check a special "for kids" website before seeing movies because I cannot handle it.

Other things I despise: cutting boards (particularly wooden ones or old plastic ones--bacteria havens), sponges and rubber gloves that aren't labeled for "kitchen" and "bathroom" use.

Yes, I am that weird and anal. Part of my charm!

Jan 13, 2009

When I was a kid I was the unfortunately victim of having a massive out break of warts on one of my thumbs (ick I know!). I'm not even kidding there was like 20 of them on one thumb!! After I went through all these crazy treatments they finally went away. But ever since then I cannot STAND oddly textured things. For example, I can't watch Star Trek (though who would want to anyway?) because some of the clingons have these oddly textured faces and it freaks the BEJESUS out of me. So we all have our quirks but they make us that much more lovable!

Jan 13, 2009

I have feet things. I absolutely hate when other peoples feet touch my feet, specifically other people's toenails (happens way too often when you share a bed with someone)! EW, ew, EW! I also cannot stand socks or tights that pull too tightly on my toes. I keep my toenails ridiculously short to try and cut down on the weirdness, def makes getting pedicures tricky too!

She Likes Purple
Jan 13, 2009

My mother-in-law has the exact same wooden aversion except it goes slightly further to include Popsicle sticks. SHE CANNOT TOUCH THEM. She cannot even be near them, really.

Jan 13, 2009

You're funny, lady. I think I have the opposite problem: I can't stand silicone or plastic kitchen things. I think my entire kitchen is wood, metals and glass. Silicone feels so porous to me, it is impossible to convince me that it ever gets clean. And plastic cutting boards, ugh, I once saw read this article about how the cuts made in by knives them stay forever, unlike wood, which attempts to heal itself. Imagine the trapped germs!

Oh, and I can't cook barefoot. Which, considering the whole barefoot in the kitchen cliche, is probably for the best.

Nothing But Bonfires
Jan 13, 2009

Mrs Higrens and She Likes Purple: YES! Popsicle sticks are absolutely in the Wooden Spoons category too. UGH.

Jan 13, 2009

yes! yes! yes! down with wooden spoons!

i have too many things to count. fridge water might be the worst, though. ew. uncovered water in the fridge tastes like fridge. or ice too, sometimes tastes like freezer.

Jan 13, 2009

I HATE the sound of people chewing ice. I can't describe it, it just grates on me and I want to punch things when I hear it.

Jan 13, 2009

Oh god, I totally understand, I could barely make it through your post! I have the same wooden spoon problem. And the popsicle stick thing that a commenter mentioned, touching my tongue against the rough edge of a popsicle stick, UGH! I can't even stand to think about it!

I always wondered where that sensitivity came from, and why I physically cannot stand certain sounds/sensations. Our ancestors must have had some traumatizing incidents involving wooden spoons.

Jan 13, 2009

I hate wooden spoons, too! They just always feel rough and gross to me... and I have an incredible fear of splinters (dramatic, much?), so I can't deal with them. If you can get yourself to a Kmart, buy Martha Stewart's bamboo spoons - I use them for the same things I'd use a wooden spoon for, and their texture is much smoother and easier to cope with.

I know a guy who is freaked out by wet paper - like, he has nightmares about drowning in a pool of wet paper. I don't get it.

My other major textural issue is terracotta. OMG, just typing the words makes my whole body itch!! I recently had to buy some terracotta pots to make a little craft, and I thought I was going to hurl right there in the craft store from all of the terracotta touching that was going on. UGH.

Speedy Canizales
Jan 13, 2009

I can't stand seeing people bite their nails - it's a disgusting habit, and it makes me CRINGE whenever I see it.

Jan 13, 2009

Amy, I know! I have the same thing about vomit. The other night I had major cramps which kept me up until 5 in the morning. For a second I thought I was going to vomit, which sent my lacrimal glands into overdrive. My mom had to pull out her whole arsenal of motherly tricks to calm me down. I seriously, truly, sincerely abhore vomit, vomiting, and all things related.

Jan 13, 2009

I hate the feeling of a wooden spoon scraping the bottom of a dry bowl. I totally understand the towel-teeth thing. Whistling makes me go insane. I hate the sound those old, non-recycled, rough paper bags from my childhood would make when they scraped against each other.

Jan 13, 2009

My friend Mary Beth doesn't like when people pull cotton balls apart. Even making the motion in the air like you're doing that bothers her. She doesn't even care for the word cotton.

I don't like when people crack their knuckles or chew loudly. That drives me cringe-crazy.

Jan 13, 2009

Also, along with the lady with the wartphobia, I don't like many things in one place at one time. Like, anthills really gross me out, when you think of all those little legs. BLEH. I was on my honeymoon in Florence and I coudln't stand the sight of the Duomo, because it has carvings of saints, and I thought of all their little carved eyes and it FREAKED ME OUT.


Jan 13, 2009

They don't bother me to the point of nails down a chalkboard, but I get the wooden spoons thing. For me, I start thinking about all of the food/sauces/liquids that can soak into them and be saving up to mix in with my other foods when I cook. And I agree with the Popsicle sticks, they definitely creep me out. However, when you eat a Popsicle on a plastic stick, it just doesn't taste the same!

I can't stand when people's socks aren't tight on their feet... like how usually kids seem to have them halfway on their feet? Drives me insane.

Jan 13, 2009

I have that problem with scraping fingernails against anything. That feeling makes me want to jump off of the nearest bridge. I shudder just thinking about it. But as for a phobia strong enough to send me running from the room: sharks. Not exactly a texture thing, but I cannot even look at a picture without freaking out. Makes for a bad situation when Discovery Channel has Shark Week previews in movie theaters. Ugh. I hate it. It's a really bad irrational phobia.

I also cannot stand to vomit. I have to be so miserable I cannot control it in order to throw up because I would rather feel worse longer than vomit and feel immediate relief. It's pretty bad. I think everybody has something that annoys them irrationally or that they fear irrationally. I have an ex-boyfriend who might've reached over and slapped you in the mouth if you scraped your fork on your plate during dinner. It drove him insane.

Jan 13, 2009

I'm OK with wooden spoons mostly, except I do hate how they absorb everything like forever and ever, are they ever able to get fully clean?

My 'thing' is the word 'moist', it totally makes hair on my neck stand when I hear it and I never ever actually say it myself!

Jan 13, 2009

OMG!!! I got goosebumps all over my arms just reading that your mom brought wooden spoons. I hate them! And popsicles on wooden popsicle sticks (this does not mean I won't eat them). And certain unfinished chopsticks (prefer ones with lacquer). I think it might be unfinished wood - it makes my jaw lock and gives me goosebumps. My boyfriend thinks it's nuts. I feel much better about it now.

Operation Pink Herring
Jan 13, 2009

I was going to say "drying my teeth" before I read that last part about your friend at boarding school. I didn't discover this phobia until I tried Crest Whitestrips and the directions said to thoroughly dry your teeth before applying them... oh my god, just TYPING that is making me cringe. I've realized that's why I'm petrified of the dentist: the little sucky thing that sucks out all your spit and dries your teeth!

Jan 13, 2009

Ahh word to Christina on the terracotta thing. I feel like it sucks all of the moisture right out of my fingers when I touch it. alksjf. I think dry skin on my fingertips and bottoms of my feet creep me out in general.

My other main neurosis is that I absolutely can. not. stand. looking at the insides of wrists and elbows because of the veins. Also can't really touch them on other people (or myself unless I do a lot of mental prepping.) My wrists/arms just spasm up into pretzels.

Jan 13, 2009

My Mother's thing is that she cannot stand the sound of paper being cut with scissors...on TV. Sounds perfectly okay in person though. I have no idea if the sound bothers her on the radio or on the phone.

Jan 13, 2009

holly, i may just be your unwitting nemesis: i hate metal utensils. i hate cooking with them, i hate the sound of them when they touch each other, and i hate hate HATE the sound they make when someone's teeth touches them! this is a very debilitating 'THING', as not only can i barely eat with them, but no one believes me when i say i cant set a table. (unless i pick up and place each utensil one-at-a-time.)

so as a result of this, i love wooden spoons.

Jan 13, 2009

WET PAPER. My grandma used to wipe my face with a wet paper towel and I almost vomited every time. I kill about 75 trees every time I dry my hands after washing them in public restrooms because I don't like the paper towels to get soggy. And if I see wet toilet paper or paper towels on the floor or the restroom? FORGET IT.

Jan 13, 2009

My boyfriend has a major phobia of jewellery - namely necklaces.
It's the first thing he looks for on a person, and if it's a particularly thin piece, he visibly shivers and shudders and freaks right out.
Beads are fine, beads are allowed, I'm allowed to wear beads - woo! But woe betide if I even so much as think about going near a necklace! I'd be dumped, pronto!

Jan 13, 2009

I don't know if this falls along the same lines, but I have a Thing about fish. I won't touch fish, go fishing, can't look at fish, think about fish, be in the same vicinity as fish, or eat fish. I'll never be able live with a pet goldfish - UGH! - or go snorkling or do any of the water activities most normal people like to do because I gag at the idea of seeing or touching one. Everything about fish makes me shudder.

Jan 13, 2009

I'm with Rhea and her hatred of the word "moist." I'm only okay with it if it's referring to cake, but I think that has more to do with the fact that I'm always willing to talk about cake.

My big pet peeve is this: You know when people pull into a parking space, and the one across from it is also empty, but they don't pull all the way across? DRIVES ME CRAZY. Irrational, but true.

Jan 13, 2009

Up until last night I would have thought you a bit odd for the spoon thing, except that I just used my new bamboo spoons to stir macaroni noodles and almost wet myself from cringing (attractive!) when it scraped the bottom of the pan. So I guess I have the same thing. I couldn't think of any others, except that my husband hates it when I am making jewelry and put any sort of metal in my mouth (I tend to hold one side of the cord or chain in my mouth while dealing with the other end). He hates it when utensils touch his teeth too. So much so that my moma got him a set of wooden utensils, but they are just wierd in your mouth - I bet you would really hate them too!

Jan 13, 2009

When people leave time on the microwave
When using a metal spoon in a pot and it scrapes
When the tines on my fork are not straight, in restaurants I typically drop it and ask for a new one or trade with someone
Everyone say it together...OCD. :D

Jan 13, 2009

Windshield wipers on a dry windshield makes me want to murder the driver.

Sarah Marie
Jan 13, 2009

I would like to add my voice to the small minority of people who don't like too many things in one place nor oddly textured things. Perhaps we can band together and form a splinter group (heh, wooden spoons, get it?)...

What I can't stand is clusters of things. Fish eggs, the seeds inside a bell pepper, honeycombs. Ugggggh!

Why is this? Someone please tell me!

Jan 13, 2009

I have to say that I don't hate wooden spoons, I just feel they are ineffective. If I want to stir something, I prefer my bendy spatula that can get everything off the sides...so pretty much I am your typical type A person! ha!

One thing I don't like to touch, the paper on crayons. You won't catch me coloring with my kids unless I peel the paper off first.

Jan 13, 2009

OMG, I cannot DEAL when someone has a can of pop (soda, whatever) and they play with the opening with the tip of their finger. It sounds like it's about to slice through their skin at any moment, and even just typing this, I've done the heeby jeeby dance three times.

Also, my mom hates wooden spoons, whereas I kind of like them. Probably because they're like a novelty to me now, or something. I don't know.

Jan 13, 2009

Cotton. Cotton balls. Cotton swabs. Cotton towels. Just - no.

I try really hard to wear natural fabrics because it makes my husband happy, but it is hard. So hard. Because cotton makes my skin crawl. It FEELS weird and it SOUNDS weird. You know, the sound of cotton?

Fabric of our lives my ass.

Jan 13, 2009

I hate, hate, HATE the sound of someone eating popcorn. The crunch, the squeak. It infuriates me. I think it's because I have a co-worker who eats constantly at her desk and has the table manners of a donkey. Naturally, popcorn is her favorite thing to eat.

Jan 13, 2009

I hate the sound of someone slurping a hot beverage or soup. It literally makes me gag. My husband is incapable of drinking hot tea with slurping and sometimes I have to force myself not to slap the mug out of his hand.

Jan 13, 2009

I absolutely can't stand to touch velvet. It sends those same uncomfortable shivers up my spine as wooden spoons do to you. What's unfortunate is that I absolutely love the look of a little velvet blazer with jeans, so I suck it up fairly often... As my mother says, it hurts to be beautiful.

Angel the Pig
Jan 13, 2009

It's Tupperware for me. And, to a certain extent, other non-disposable plastic cups and food containers. I blame this one on my best friend from kindergarten. When I would visit her house her mom would always serve us drinks in Tupperware-made cups. My friend and her sister had a habit of chewing on the cups though, so there were bite marks all the way around the rim. I was disgusted by the feel of putting my lips on the chewed up rim. It seemed so unsanitary that eventually started avoiding all thick plastic cups/containers because they just seemed unclean.

Jan 13, 2009

I don't like really cheap, shiny bedspread fabric. It catches on my fingers and my heels when I'm in bed and I hate that feeling. Something about low thread count, I think, and it catches all the imperfections of dry skin.

Jan 13, 2009

I get heebie-jeebies from unfinished wood (just like #32), but it's only bad if the texture touches my tongue. So popsicle sticks are a big NO, but wooden spoons are okay as long as they're away from my mouth.

My mom's thing is the piece of cotton they put in pill bottles. She can't touch it.

I guess we all have things, huh?

Jan 13, 2009

I'm kind of with you on the paper and cardboard and wooden spoons. I don't like to touch them if my hands are dry, but if I'm well moisturized, it's a little better (YES, I am a FREAK.)

But my REALLY bad one is the sound of clinking chain link or clinking metal. It LITERALLY makes my head hurt and makes me violently nauseous, like immediately. HATE

Jan 13, 2009

The texture of raw tomatoes makes me literally gag, so I stopped putting them in my mouth. Now even the way the insides feel in my hands squigs me out. I also can not walk bare foot in a lake. I am very,very afraid of what lurks in the goopy bottom - all sorts of rotting things.

PS - If you'd like to strip some of the color out of your hair, wash it with Dawn dishwashing detergent a few times. (It will leave your hair pretty dry, so give it a good deep conditioning treatment afterwards.)

Jan 13, 2009

Cotton balls & q-tips - the bane of my existence.

Trying to open a new bottle of medication? I can't do it, someone else has to. That crunching sensation makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

Same thing with q-tips, I can only use them immediately out of the shower because on dry ears my whole body cringes.

At least this post let's me know that other people agree...at least a few. :-)

Sensibly Sassy
Jan 13, 2009

I HATE the sound of nails scratching vinyl. ooh I just got a shiver thinking about it!

Jan 13, 2009

Velvet. Just... ugh.

Jan 13, 2009

I hate cotton balls. Or anything that kinda squishy-squeaks like cotton balls. Like some man-made fabric sweaters when wet. I can't take the cotton out of a vitamin bottle, or touch cotton balls AT ALL. I am ok with flat cotton makeup pads, as they are non-squishy. And I would love to use OB tampons and ditch those applicators, but I cannot even use the little strings to pull apart the bottom as they also make that awful feeling. EWWWW.

My mom hates popcicle sticks or anything wood in her mouth.

Jan 13, 2009

I could not agree more with Beth (#21) about listening to people chew ice. Please people, stop it! My entire family does it and it's gotten to the point where I can't even be in the same room with them when they are chomping. A strange fury comes over me.

Jan 13, 2009

I have a crazy fear of spiders. And I know everyone says this but mine isn't just a "ew, they're gross" kind of fear but a "I'm running down the street maybe naked should i see the spider in the shower" kind of fear. And I should stress, that almost happened one.

AND! (if that isn't crazy enough!) I do have a friend who is crazy crazy phobic, of all things, cotton balls! If she even see's a cotton ball she has an outright panic attack. No joke. I tried one. hah. oops. =/

Jan 13, 2009

Lori (39)- I too can't handle fish. I'm actually fine in a lake/ocean because I can't see them. Put me in a pet store, though, with all those googly eyes and puffing out cheeks and I hyperventilate. I can't even handle owning a gold fish. So gross!

(Alright, I do like Clown fish though. They seem to reside in a different category for me and I have no idea why)

I can't think of any touch phobias off the top of my head (although I do have issues with the dentist spraying cold water in my mouth, my teeth are incredibly sensitive to cold and last time I thought I was going to have to punch him out), but my BIL can't stand the sound of someone scraping their fork against their teeth. We'll all be eating dinner and suddenly he gets all tense and no explanation is needed. Someone has scraped their fork against their teeth.

Jan 13, 2009

Oh I want in the I hate wooden spoons club. I cannot stand washing them. When I was younger and my mom made me dry them oh just thinking of trying to dry a wooden spoon makes me crack my knuckles. I have bamboo spoons, which I don't find as horrifying as regular spoons but I still can't dry them.

Jan 13, 2009

I can't do backpack material either. If someone drags their nails across it, I am thisclose to vomiting.
Glad to know there is another person in the world who hates backpacks!

jennifer in sf
Jan 13, 2009

I'm fine with wooden spoons and cardboard, but I have serious issues with touching paper with dry fingers (makes me feel all kinds of dehydrated); trying to write with a dry ballpoint pen (impossible to describe crazy feeling ensues); and chewing (which I seem to have super-sonic hearing for and which fills me with rage towards the unsuspecting chewer).

I'm a pleasure, really.

jacqueline c
Jan 13, 2009

I like most textures, but skimming through all of these comments gave me the worst feeling in the bottom of my stomach. The way people describe things they hate, so... vividly.

My main fear is those cans of biscuits that are supposed to pop open when you peel away the wrapper, you know, like Pillsbury. I can't stand the tension so I make my husband do it when I can. Pretty sure it comes from the time my dad handed me a can of cinnamon rolls when I was little and told me to "just go ahead and peel the label." UGH, dude!

Also, kites at the beach kinda wig me out. They're pretty but I don't like walking under them.

Jan 13, 2009

Putting my hands in flour gives me the willies terribly.

Jan 13, 2009

cotton wool balls...hate hate HATE them...i had a blog once, my post about my fear of cotton wool balls got the most attention from commenters, apparently there's a few out there! my husband throws them in the trolley at the supermarket to scare me.

i agree with disliking the feeling of hands in flour...when i have to rub butter into flour it really freaks me out :)

p.s. if you're still after summer heights episodes send me an email, I still have them from when they were free video podcasts in itunes

Jan 13, 2009

Mine is the sound/feel of a comb or brush being scraped through carpet (which is something you would think would never actually occur, although somehow in my life it has, more than once). Ugghhh!
I also really, really, really hate the feeling when my nails accidentally scrape against the interior of a car roof (also something that should rarely happen and yet sometimes does).
My sister told me hers once and I think it's also pretty random: the feel of pizza crust scraping against her teeth. She still eats pizza, though, just carefully!

Jan 13, 2009

My husband can't stand to touch foam. Just the thought of it sends him into convulsions. And if I ever want to shut my sister up, I just run my fingernails over my jeans. The sound of it is 100% guaranteed to send her over the edge.

Me, I don't like the sound of things popping: toasters, balloons, anything. It makes me twitch. I have to stick my Eggo in and then make a break for it.

Jan 13, 2009

My thing? Metal scraping against metal, any kind of stone ware (spoon against the bottom of a stone bowl) or the most horrific- metal scraping against teeth.

I cannot stand it if I am with someone and they scrape their fork or spoon against their teeth, it is all I can do to keep myself from going into convulsions right there in front of them.

And then, for at least a sold hour after the teeth-scraping incident, I shiver with horror every time I think of it, all the while continually rubbing my tongue back and forth over my own teeth; I am shivering just thinking about it.

I am so bad that my husband will actually go into the garage to sharpen a knife, knowing I will freak at the the sound. When we watch Top Chef? I have to hit mute, every. Time.

Jan 13, 2009

I forgot to add: large fish in a tank, in your home.

I have no problems with gold fish or betas. It's the big fish, the ones that are the size of a woman's hand or larger, in a tank, swimming around, looking at you.

Totally freaks me out.

Jan 13, 2009

Lord alive, Holly! I am going to de-lurk after much lurking because you must be spying on me. The more I read your website the more I am convinced that you are, although you would have had to time travel or something seeing as I am only 19, haha. Yes, I greatly dislike wooden spoons and it so happens that my Aunt LOVES wooden spoons. So every morning I get to clean gunky, cold oatmeal off of wooden spoons... ICK! (I am currently an au pair for my little cousins, right outside San Fran actually) You have to scrub for aaaggeeeessss to get cold, gunky oatmeal residue off of wooden spoons... I am seriously considering getting some rubber gloves for when I do dishes due to handling wooden spoons. A bit much, maybe? oh well!

Jan 13, 2009

OK, I sure have a lot of Things once I started thinking about it. I cannot stand the sound of people slurping coffee or chewing ice, or the sound of sandpaper on wood. I am getting chills just thinking about it! I do not like the feel of plaster walls painted with matte paint, or to touch raw meat. I am terrified of roaches, and will not eat any food that squirts in my mouth or has seeds. (So no fruit for the most part). I also can't stand the way dry meat feels in my mouth. One last thing: the feeling of a balloon when it hits you in the head. My son learned that one the hard way when I made him get out of the car and walk home after he would not stop hitting me with a stupid balloon.

Cathartic confession over...

Jan 13, 2009

HA! Me and your boarding school pal would have been fast friends. I also CANNOT STAND hearing (or even thinking about!) fabric between someone's teeth. Ick! I'm shuddering even typing this! Oh, annd also, the sound of crunched up/crumpling tissues in someone's hand. Nails on a chalkboard, however, doesn't bother me a bit. Go figure!

Jan 13, 2009

Metal shovel hitting rock. Just thinking about the sound makes me cringe.

Jan 13, 2009

oohhh no! towel between teeth! aagh. read that 10 minutes ago and have still not recovered. actually any dry material will do: dry towel, dry paper towel, cardboard, book... oh my TEETH!
also slamming doors, doorbells ringing loudly, oh my EARS!
and champagne corks popping! always have to turn away and cover my eyes. (yes my eyes, not my ears.) balloons popping to a lesser extent.
reading the comments was so interesting! cotton ball phobia! wow. i had no clue...

Jan 14, 2009

My list could fill pages and pages of your blog, but I'll summarize the big ones:
1) Shopping carts handles and things that people decide to put in the "seat." I make my husband push the cart after he's used those clorox wipes they hand out, and we keep the "seat" collapsed.
2) Ketchup, mustard or hot sauce packets dumped in to a fast food bad on top of the food. Ugh.
3) Peach fuzz. Cannot stand the feeling.
4) Wrinkled sheets. I make the bed before going to sleep because of this, and let it stay rumpled all day long so that I don't wind up having to make it more than once in a day.
5) I also loathe wooden cooking utensils. The only saving grace for me has been the cuisnart silicone spatulas which I can pull off and wash in the dishwasher and have the wooden sticks washed by hand in warm water & then oiled to keep them soft, not rough. Or replace them when they are rough and gross me out, while keeping the happy little silicone stirrers.

Should I just go ahead and sign up for daily therapy now? Ok, dialing from google search right now...

Jan 14, 2009

I'm totally sending you hand-carved and expensive Welsh Love-Spoons as a wedding present. Very appropriate. Very proper. And a little mean, too. And you'll feel guilty and have to keep them. And put them out when I come visit (which I won't, since I don't technically know you.)
Why? Cuz you are freakin' NUTS. Wooden spoons are good. I'm with your mum on this one. ;)

Jan 14, 2009

The inside of peppers, and cantaloupe, with all those little seeds grouped together? GAH.

Jan 14, 2009

One of my things is touching blu-tack with wet hands. Dry blu-tack holds no fears for me, but if my hands are even the smallest bit wet, urgghhh it just creeps me out.
I also hate the little cups of ketchup you get in Mcdonalds here in France, they are so gross. My boyfriend loves them and always gets extra, yuck!

Jan 14, 2009

A Thing? Just ONE thing? Please. I could probably write an entire blog based entirely on my 'things.'

That said, I wrote about one of my 'things' in November here: http://guwisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/could-it-besatan.html

A peccadillo blog...that has possibilities. I would literally never run out of things to write about.


Jan 14, 2009

Sheeps wool. It is so itchy! It is too hot! It is evil.

Jan 14, 2009

Oh god, I have so many Things! A shortlist:

Newspaper, the texture is just wrong.

The sound of someone rubbing their hands together...when I was a kid I'd always have to make a ball out of my play dough by rolling it with my hand on the table instead of my between my hands because I didn't want my palms to risk touching each other.

Feet. Particularly if there are pillows near by. One of my friends at boarding school made me cry (and then throw up) once by rubbing her foot on my pillow.

Lady Saotome
Jan 14, 2009

Chalkboards, wooden spoons - none of those common things bother me.

But flour & fine sand or dirt - *shivers*

Baking for my family is a huge sacrifice if I have to knead any dough - I can't stand touching the flour - or hearing it rub together when someone else does it. The same thing applies to fine sand/dirt - that dusty sound it makes rubbing together freaks me out.

Jan 14, 2009

Now, Holly. Choosing not to use wooden spoons is one thing. But as my Irish Nanny always says, "stir with a knife, stir for strife." So you might want to reconsider that issue.

Anne in SC
Jan 14, 2009

Dirty Sinks are my thing (among others). Dirty plates, cups, or utensils in sinks; food particles or soaking dishes in sinks (however this sometimes can't be avoided depending on what's stuck), and wet SPONGES or wet DISH RAGS in sinks. ALL freak me out. Even water spots on the spout. Now, give me a sink with dirty dishes stacked on the counter beside it and I'm fine. But all of the wet ickyness, and wet (and if they're wet you know they're smelly) sponges and dish towels utterly do me in. And after 15 years of marriage, my husband still doesn't get it. Nothing except shine in the sink - PLEASE!

Jan 14, 2009

I myself like wooden spoons but I cannot stand touching raw silk (though silk blends are fine) or microfiber cloths. I have dry skin and even when I moisturize, I can feel the silk or microfibers snagging or "catching" on my skin. Oh and I don't like the smell of silk either.

Jan 14, 2009

I don't have a problem with wooden spoons, but I do have a problem with TASTING A LIQUID FROM THEM, the thought of putting wet wood in my mouth makes my teeth recoil in horror. Also, the cheap plastic bags from mercados or Asian owned convenience stores, for some reason it's mostly at these stores. Shirts made out of that silky polyesther material that most women's blouses are made from, I threw a fit once when my mom wanted me to wear one for a family portrait. I was 21. It's just unbearable.

Jan 14, 2009

Yep, totally have the wooden spoon thing. And it goes a step (steps?) further for me: I can't stand to touch those wooden coffee stick stirrers and don't even get me started on popsicle sticks. My father-in-law chews and sucks on them when he's finished his evening ice cream. Ugh, I can't even think about it without getting skeeved out. I also hate touching newspaper, pulling apart cotton balls, and the way my feet feel after being in sand. Not the way they feel while IN sand, just AFTER being in sand. It makes me feel the need to wriggle my toes a bunch. Yep.