Honestly, I can't think of anything that completely makes me wigg out. The only thing I can think of that comes close to what you guys are talking about is if I'm laying in bed...or really, standing, showering, etc...is if I feel like something is crawling on me. I've literally jumped out of bed, and tore my bed apart because I just KNEW that there was something crawling on me. There probably wasn't.
Oh, I guess, I don't like it when people get fake nails, and then sit there all day and chew them off...esp if they're gonna stand right behind my ear and do it.

Ohhh people digging in their ears!!!!

that freaks me the fark out!! I have to leave the room.

Anything sharp near the inner thigh. Needles, scalpel etc.

Even just the thought of it makes me run screaming down the hall.:worried:

Anything putting pressure across my throat, even something as light as the edge of a blanket, or a tight shirt neck.

I was gagging this morning at the coffee counter when I was talking to this bum while he was eating eggs......Yeah that's it. The smell of alcohol /egg breath blasting in my face. I was physically gagging. I had to walk away...he didn't even notice.

Pee on the sidewalk! Unfortunately where I live, I see it constantly.

Roaches, or any large bug that will make a splatter if you kill it. I have to catch them under a paper towel and flush them... I just can't stand the guts!!! eewwwww

A dear friend of mine can crack the joints in his neck, like you or I might crack our knuckles. But he does so by just loosely swinging his head around a couple of times. I hate it. I fear one of these times it will go pop-pop-pop-pop-CLANK.

Game over.

It wiggs me out when people continue to try and use flint lighters that are out of fuel, like sparking the flint harder will make it miraculously light. I bet they tap the dashboard when he fuel gauge is reading low too.

Seriously. Or they keep drumming the flint lighter on a table, thinking it will loosen up some fuel or something.

I stand by everything in my original post, except to add the sound of my Mum eating squares of chocolate.
She is a quiet eater and has good table manners.
But something about the chomping sound she makes biting in to chunky chocolate from the fridge really wigs me out. I have to leave the room - because after all she has her mouth closed and why shouldn't she have two squares of choc after dinner.

And anyway if she caught the look on my face I'd be in the middle of another row.

yeah i get it SG,
that 'CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP !!!!"
Sounds like a cow chomping grass or sum such
i just close my eyes or look away ,
its just my personal skeeeve not their fault

Ha... I'm happy to report that I am no longer an absolute girl about mice!! Something to do with the mouse plague in Wagga before I left...if I get surprised by one, I squeal, but I dont run away anymore...i can deal with that fucker.

People digging in their ears still freaks me out.

People scratching themselves for a period of time makes my skin crawl.

hehe this was one of the threads I reanimated at random to fuck with fl1nt's vanity search :lol:

Medical stuff I'm pretty good with ... open wounds, inside bits that come outside ... where'd I leave that sandwich, lets get on with the day ...

Well, except parasites. Parasites are often bugs, and I generally don't like bugs and their ilk, except ladybugs, butterflies, and so on. You know, the nice ones. Spiders are on the bad list, of course. But bedbugs, scabies, lice ... eeeeeeau. Over the years I've had multiple exposures, and managed not to bring them home, thank goodness.

Snakes. Snakes are bad.

I'm pretty fond of mammals, generally.

There are some noises that wigg me out, chewing sometimes, and fingernails on a chalkboard, definitely. No amount of exposure has desensitized me to those.

Screeching brakes is a bad.

So are the evacuation horns for the nuclear plant.