Ask The Audience: What Are You Weird About?

My girlfrined hated the word Deuce... :D

When I touch panty hose or silk with dry hands or if my nose rubs up against a fur coat or someone's hair is in my face, I lose my breath. The only way to discribe it is being in a swimming pool up to you neck. You body wants to hold a breath but you have to fight it while the water is passed your chin. When I stop touch whatever it is making me do that I have to take 3-4 deep breathes in corder for it to pass. Is there a medical condition for this?

Teeth accidentally grinding or scraping against each other. I'll be wincing for minutes if not longer. I couldn't be in the same room with my son when he was testing out his new teeth around 12 or 15 months of age.

Bacon on pizza makes me gag.

Dense, squishy food textures, e.g., tapioca and udon noodles. I am fastidious about removing visible fat from my meat. But for some reason, I love chewy candies like gummy bears.

Also, I hate folding socks - especially sport socks, since we end up with so many similar but not identically ones and I feel the need to "match" them perfectly, as in check the dinginess or stretching pattern to see if they were recently worn at the same time.

My husband loathes packing up leftovers. I think he has anxieties about picking the wrong-sized container.

For the rest of our days, I will never need fold socks and he will never need pack up leftovers.

My husband also has a thing for even numbers, especially powers of two. So, I do my best to serve him 16 meatballs or 8 perogies, when possible.

i hate sandpaper...the feel of it on my hands and the sound it makes sets my teeth on edge.

Wow...i thought i was alone.I can't stand to touch alot of things...cardboard,newspaper,styraphome....it makes my teeth hurt so bad.The sound of things rubbing together make them hurt too...like when u take styraphome out of a box..eeew...If i get my hands wet and dont immediatley put lotion on them before they air dry certain things i touch will make my teeth hurt to the point were i have to put oral jel all over them....does anyone know whats that from???

I am amazed at how much we all have in common. I hate the word "toes". Not that I have a problem with them, I have 10, I just hate the word. I hate having sticky hands or sticky anything! I also hate to touch anything is a public bathroom. I flush with my foot, use a paper towel or my shirt to open the door, and no I dont wash after I am done. I DO carry a bottle of hand sanitizer that I use immediately after leaving and I touch nothing!!! Some of you may find this gross, but to me if I touch anything in a public bathroom it is more gross. Trust me, my hands are cleaner than yours by not touching anything in there.

I have a strange fear of those pop-out-of-a-can biscuits/cinnamon buns. The only way I can open them is to hold the top with several layers of dishtowel and then back up as far as my arms will reach and pull the tab really slowly. It's even worse when the tab doesn't pop them and I have to use a knife on the crack. I know intelectually that they won't hurt me, but it freaks me out just the same.

Then I read the labels and realized they were full of trans fat and no good for me anyways. Healthier heart and less stress. Awesome.

I cannot abide anyone leaving plastic items sitting in dish water! The soapy taste that is left in the plastic gets transferred to the food it comes in contact with -- I swear it's true, even if I'm the only one in the world who can taste it, it's there! My MIL sent some leftover cheesecake home for me in an old cool whip container. I couldn't eat it. Cheesecake!!! And I could not stand the taste of it, because it tasted like Joy dish liquid.

I'm otherwise perfectly normal, and I put sliced tomatoes on my peanut butter toast, just like everyone else in the world.

I can't think of what they are called, but i hate those metal-like mesh cleaning things that are used to scrub gunk off of dishes. I have to wear rubber gloves when I use one.
I also can't stand earbuds. Maybe i have weird shaped ears or something, but they don't fit in there right and it's painful. I carry my big bulky noise-reducing headphones everywhere.

Well,I will say,I "do not like to eat in a house,where there is a dog or cat"!! I love to cook,and done it many years,and I want mine and yours clean!! For those of you who hate wooden spoons,etc.,here's something to make you "Really Love Them"!! You can thank,Mrs.Sara Moulton for this-->> If you boil potatoes,just lay a wooden cooking tool,across the pot,and it won't boil over!! This Lady has many good tricks!!

I also don't like sleeping with the door open.

I hate the feel of sandpaper. I also don't like touching any sticky things. But I think those aren't TOO weird. :)

I call the milk crumbs - Lacto flakes.

I can not cook with metal utensils. Only wooden or nylon.

And Becca, I totally remove the bedspread at hotels, and now so do my children. We bring Clorox wipes and wipe everything down before we touch anything, including the phone, remote, toilet. We bring our own pillows and slippers and I don't allow the children (or myself or hubby if he's sleeping with me) to walk on the floor.

I can't touch the buggy in the grocery store. I bring a wipe in and wipe it down, and if they want to switch it on me at checkout, I tell them I need to keep the same buggy. I don't care if they think I'm OCD.

And...I wash the milk container off before it goes in the fridge, and every time we use it. I can't STAND "milk crumbs" and the mess it makes on the shelf.

Whew, I feel so much better!

Moist. Haha! My sister hates that word too along with "goody or treat" for a snack and "irritable".
Me? I hate popsicle sticks on my tongue or teeth...or watching someone else doing it. Gives me the heebie jeebie's!

Go Jen Go, your coin thing reminded me of my overall yucked out feeling about cash. I rarely use cash....but will wind up with it, on occasion. The idea of people's nasty hands touching coins and dollars....yuck! I used to actually run coins through the dishwashwer in a bottle washer I bought (before I had kiddos). I felt like I was doing the world a favor by cleaning up those coins before re-releasing them back into the wild.

Everytime I do wind up with some actual cash....I will spend it ASAP just to keep it out of my wallet. I keep some tokens for the mall carousel in my wallet for the girls....but they got hit with the Purel before they ever wound up in the change compartment.

OH....and I always take the bedspread off the bed in hotel rooms because they don't get washed very often and the idea of other people's nasty body funk really creeps me out! AND that is the ONLY time I wear socks without shoes......because hotel carpet is far more creepy than the toe clostrophobia issues I may have.

(Becca out)

Here is the one I knew I was forgetting earlier... my food can not touch each other. My husband loves to torment me by putting food piles right next to each other and it drives me crazy, he laughs as I panicly make little plate lines.

I hate people touching my food at the grocery store. Once I have put it in MY buggy, it is MY food and I don't like YOU to touch it. Which is why I buy most of our food at Walmart and despite three buggies full, will go through the self checkout aisle.
When I have to go to Publix to get meat, I pick the aisle with no bagger and I refuse to allow them to push my buggy out.

Just leave my food alone after I have picked it out.

The one thing I can't handle is the sound of coins rubbing together. AACK!! It makes me cringe!

I'm with y'all on moist. I hate the words, "paradigm," and "proffer." Ick. Pretentious and annoying.

I don't like electric can openers, and for that matter, I'm not big on appliances. They take up a ton of room and you use them so seldom. Except the toaster and coffeemaker, of course. We once had a snack master, a waffle iron, a juicer, etc. and they bugged me a lot.

Ron, I once dated a guy whose condensation ring from his glass had to be aligned perfectly each time he set it down. I used to purposely drive him nuts by moving it out of alignment when he wasn't paying attention.
Obviously, he and I parted ways.

I hate the noise of those metal scraping hooks on teeth at the dentist, I have to make sure my glass is right in the middle of the coaster at restaurants and that the coaster is perfectly square to the table edge or any table patterns, and I don't like cheese.

I can't stand metal spoons that have too deep bowls; they have to be as flat as possible so teeth don't scrape on them as you pull the spoon out of your mouth. And if my husband scrapes food off a spoon with his teeth instead of his lips.....I feel ill just typing it!

I can't stand sour smells. Like the smell of a sponge after a week of use. I can't stand the smell and I can't stand the smell of my hands after using said sponge. It's why we're a sponge-free house.

Becca, you'd go crazy around our house. My husband uses the word moist all the time. It makes me cringe. And speaking of cringe-worthy words. I hate it when people use interface in place of interact. You interface with a computer. You interact with people.

Cotton balls, chamois, microfiber, etc all suck the moisture out of my hands. I hate them.

I'm with Meredith on the cotton, except I can't move sweaters from the washer to the dryer. It's the feeling of the wet fabric. So nasty.

This isn't home related, but my biggest phobia is of dolphins. I can't look at a picture of a dolphin without freaking out. They really scare me! The funny thing is that I have pet rats, so rats are cute to me, but dolphins are quite terrifying.

Amanda R. in Louisville

I hate all things feet, pictures of feet make me want to puke, but I also hate socks and I do not think it is the sock itself, but the fact that I will end up stepping in something wet and wet socks send me through the roof.

It drives me crazy I can not tuck in the sheets on the bottom of the bed. It drives my husband crazy if sheets are tucked in the bottom of the bed... something about needing to have the sheets wrapped in between his feet or something, IDK... I love having the sheets tucked in though, goes back to my hotel working days.

I struggle with left overs, something about reheated food, I gag with having to eat leftovers. I usually try feeding those to the kids.

The list could go on... I am really bad about the order of things and how it has to be done in the same order and well I think if I say anymore I will look crazier then I already do.

MileHiMama, that's too funny about the glass thing, it's not as bad as the sock thing with me, but if I have my druthers I'm exactly the same way. I know it shouldn't matter, but I don't like drinking milk out of plastic, it just feels wrong.

I think we may be turning into the OCD hall of fame over here. ;)

I can't stand cleaning out moldy leftovers from the fridge, or touching any food that has found it's way into the sink and is soggy. Can't stand slimy drains or crooked pictures. I don't like if someone touches my Adam's apple and I hate sleeping with socks on. It bothers me if someone's clasp is touching the charm on their necklace or if a tag is sticking out of someone's shirt...

...just to name a few...

I'm not weird about how I react to things, but I definitely have some OCD-ish rules about how I do things. Like the toothpaste tube always gets very precisely flattened from the bottom up until it gets too long and flappy, then it gets rolled up, equally precisely until everything is gone. I can't throw out scraps of things - soap chips get put in an old kneehigh and used as a scrubber, the last of the lotion or shampoo or dish soap gets poured into the new container, anything that can be recycled will be. I save string and safety pins and mesh bags from vegetables to use later for other things. Right now, I'm in the process of swapping my winter and summer wardrobes, which means I have to go through everything and decide what to get rid of and what's left gets boxed up just so. That's torture.

ok, this is a little different than most things, but I HATE earwigs. I have no reason to, but I cannot stand them. If they show up at work I have to call someone to kill them. I can deal with spiders and everything else, but earwigs NO!

I also hate when the door is open when I sleep. I am weird about that.

Also: electric can openers are really dirty and gross because they are so hard to clean. They are a good thing to hate, and the hand ones work great, so don't feel bad about not liking them.

I hate cotton balls. They are supposed to be soft.... but touching them is like nails on a chalk board. I HATE opening a new bottle of pills, because then I have to take the cotton ball out. Ugh!

I also totally agree with you about electric can openers. My mother in law was surprised we didn't have one, and I had to be very blunt in telling her that it would NOT make a good Christmas gift! :)

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I will die of thirst before I drink water out of a ceramic mug. Coffee cups are for HOT things. Glasses are for COLD things. Anything else is just... wrong.

I hate laminate countertops because they have textures and never seem clean enough to me. I may or may not be a little OCD about every thing...here's an example

My palms are sweating just thinking about it, but I can't rub my palms or soles of my feet on fabric.
Teeth scraping on forks...
The smell of peanut butter combined with the smell of orange makes me gag.
Oh, and please don't zap me with the remote. My husband loves to torture me with that one!

All very weird things. I'm so happy to hear about your weird wooden spoon thing. Makes me feel better!

I hate hate hate the feeling of filing your nails. I can deal with nails on chalkboards but try to file my nails and i will freak out.

The bathroom mats have to be straight.

I could go on but then I would look crazy!

I cannot STAND metal scraping against metal. It hurts my teeth. I feel physical pain in my front teeth as I hear that noise *shudder*

Also with certain types of ceramic plates being grated with a fork or whatever, my teeth hurt.

Silicone. I can't stand the stuff. I wash it, I dry it, then it takes a deep breath and sucks every speck of dust out of the air and onto its suface.

And I have a bit of a thing about velvet and suede. It gives me shivers like someone has walked over my grave when I touch it.

Oh and I can't get to sleep unless I'm facing the bedroom door and away from the middle of the bed at the same time. I have to be creative when putting new furniture into a bedroom.

I can't stand the feel of newspaper. And this is from a person who worked for one for three years. One of the perks was getting a newspaper free everyday but couldn't stand to touch it so never took one. I love the newspapers online. Can finally read one.

Also, can't stand for anyone to touch my neck. It almost causes a panic attack. One fear is that I will die from someone straggling me to death.

I hate the word MOIST. Hate it...gives me the heebee jeebies. No idea why, either. My husband picks on me about this endlessly.

I hate the shammies you use to dry a car (which really is unfortunate because I am the one always detailing the cars around here). Something about the way they catch on your skin drives me nuts.

I have a complete aversion to socks.....they give me toe clostrophopia (sp?). I wear them with shoes but they come off as soon as the shoes do. My sister gave me toe socks for Christmas one year and I tried wearing them and had a mini-panic attack because I couldn't handle the way they felt...never wore them again.

The last bit... can't handle ear bud ear phones. I think my ears are shaped weird, possibly and this is why I can't wear them. I go to the gym and see everyone happily wearing them and I tried to go this route, too. I hate having them IN my ear. So I am the fool still wearing the over the head headphones at the gym (sigh...I'll never be trendy enough).

If it makes you feel better, my husband's aunt is the exact same way about wooden spoons.

I hate throwing out moldy food from the fridge. It doesn't happen too often, but occasionally some leftovers will get pushed to the back of the fridge. Right now, I'm using pregnancy induced nausea as an excuse and I make my husband do it.

I hate the way sheets feel when you put them on a bed. I don't like the way my 3yo has to rub any exposed skin, it's like being on a bad date. Last, I have to wear socks to bed because I'm so fracking ticklish that sheets and blankets will keep me up.

Yeah, I'm a little odd, too.