h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Here's one inspired by the "bent food" thread - what do you, personally, find disgusting that other people think is normal?

For me, it's the sound of a hearbeat. Totally squicks me out. I hate it when I can hear someone else's heartbeat, or my own. And if they're using it to build suspense in a film or something, I'm forced to turn off the sound if it goes on for too long.

I don't like the smell of alcohol. It brings back bad memories of past hospital visits.

Squicks is a marvellous word

I was thinking creepy crawlies reading the title. Woodlice - evil, primitive looking things that get in anywhere. We were over run with them when we moved into this house

Scousers.

Toes... I just don't like them, well feet in general but mostly toes... I think

Sea bugs.

Or, as other people call them, shrimp, prawns, lobsters, crabs, etc.

It`s disgusting on so many levels that people eat the things.

Oh, sorry, I thought this was another Jedward thread.

As you were...

Mayonnaise.

What is it that's disgusting about crabs, lobsters and the like? mayo... is just too....

Is this a phobia of toes/feet?

The ones I really hate is when your eating a bowl of cornflakes, and keep getting mouthfulls of silverfish which you have to spit out...

I'm always vastly embarased when I find one of my own hairs lurking inside something I've cooked, especially bread I really should get in the habbit of wearing a hairnet when I'm cooking as my hair is so long

I find it's not so much about the toes as what's between them.

For me it's being within a mile of someone vomiting. If close enough I join them.

Sorry, I should have used a euphemism.

Technicolor yawn.
Splash the boots.
Talk to Ralph and Huey on the Big White Phone.
Calling for Beulah.
Toss a sidewalk pizza.
Yodel yer groaceries.
Chunder Down Under.
To Boot.
Calling Captain Nemo.
To lose yer cookies.
To Upchuck
Acid chowder.
Feeding the fish.
Unswallowing.
Lunch launch.
Involuntary personal protein spill.

and my personal favourite-

Burning Nostril Sauce.

There, I feel much better.

Well, you should feel better after all that; Better out than In, as my grandmother used to say.
Mind, my Grandmother also used to say 'best fetch the eals when the buckets half full', which wans't necessarily the most useful saying, and generally just made everyone doubt the wisdom of her less insane words of wisdom.

My personal 'squicks' moment ( I love that word too Mala!) is when I see a man with a beer belly. Admittedly I get the nasty situation where I see these in a beach situation - ie shirtless - and I want to look away, but the awfulness of some of these sights makes me gawp. A car crash moment.

I also am quite happy that women feel totally confident in their own bodies and can walk along the edge of the sea wearing as little as they choose, but some would look far more attractive with clothes. Yet again, I want to look away, but find myself staring in a sort of repulsed fascination at what happens to flesh when it ages.

polystyrene, struggle to touch the stuff, the noice it makes, sometimes it squeaks if it rubs against other bits of polstyrene or if you are getting something out it it evil grip, the squeak takes about a day to get it out of my head

being pregnant, not a disgusting state of being, but squicked me out especially the moving about, while a reassuring sign of aliveness, very, very wierd.

I loved being pregnant (apart from the part).

Someone maliciously packed some goods in shredded polystyrene the other day

shredded polystyrene, I didn't know that exsisted

*looks agast and has a meltdown as she imagines the shredding process*

That list of euphemisms was quite funny, in part. In other parts, it made ME retch!

Tights is something generally thought of as normal that make me shudder. Rubbing on them is worse. Rubbing on them with something like kitchen paper .... I'm wincing so much at the thought I can hardly type!

Expanded polystyrene is *weird*. And quite disturbing. (Non-expanded polystyrene is fine: that's the stuff they make yoghurt pots out of.)

And toes are lovely.

TRiG.

I must admit I'm strongly reminded of my most recent dust allergy attack, gagging, choking, retching, wheezing, vomiting, convulsively trying to clear my nasal passages of the allergen, inhaling vomit as I gasp... not in a class with a mere food allergy that leaves me merely bleeding at the mouth.

Though I'm, not strongly enough reminded to reach for my emergency anti-allergy kit my stomach is feeling a little unsettled just thinking about it.

Going into a public toilet and finding that the previous occupant either hasn't flushed everything down, or has sprayed the seat. It brings on an almost uncontrollable urge to vomit... in a different commode.