MizLiz wrote:
Walking in loose socks over carpet
This is one of the reasons I don't wear socks. I freakin' hate that feeling. It's like nails on a chalkboard and I can feel it in my teeth.
I also hate sticky stuff on my skin. Had some sticky baklava last night that dripped syrup on my arm. I rubbed it off, but was still sticky. It kept sticking to my sweater. UGH! It was flipping me out!
I also can't stand being in a crowded room and trying to hold a conversation. I hear everything and therefore nothing, even if someone's sitting right next to me.
I can't stand the sight or the smell of old food (even if it's not really moldy). It makes me gag violently. Even a picture of it or a movie of someone discovering such food freaks me out. If any of you have seen Minority Report when Tom Cruise reaches for the wrong sandwich... ... ... AHHHHH!! ! I also can't touch dirty dishes once they've been placed in the sink. It's the same as nasty food to me.
I have a million more, but I'll leave these here.
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