I hate touching cottonballs. And chalk. Chalk is the worst.
I can't be the only weirdo who doesn't like touching certain things.
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I hate touching cottonballs. And chalk. Chalk is the worst.
I can't be the only weirdo who doesn't like touching certain things.
I hate touching Tifa's Boobs.
Girl, you have some weird senses. How can you not enjoy the touch of cotton balls or chalk?
You should be more afraid of touching slimy, like snails, or one of those creatures that omit mucus from their body. But, a cotton ball?!
I'm gonna bombard you with a bunch of cotton balls whenever I meet you. :greenie:
Water
I hate being wet.
I would rather touch a snail than chalk or a cotton ball!
Nail files. Cockroaches. Lava.
chalk can die
also coarse fabrics after cutting my nails
vomit
Cotton balls? How ridiculously random. At least chalk can be a bit annoying with all the dust.
I don't like touching girls because they have cooties.
I will not touch anything creepy crawly, including worms, bugs, spiders, etc.
Also, things that can hurt me. Like acid. D:
You. All of you!
Trash as well.
At my friend's wedding a few weeks ago there were these little floating squishy balls in the centerpieces that were nasty awful feeling. They were like giant amphibian eggs.
I don't like touching chalk either. It makes my hands itchy and red.
I was once in an accident whilst riding in the backseat and scraped my teeth on the carpeted headrest in front of me my reaction was something like: :confused:...:|...:Oo:...:yuck:
Now I can't stand to eat anything that even slightly reminds me of that texture; cheetos, sandwich crackers and the like.
Also I can't stand to touch anything greasy.
People.
Also, snot.
Penis.
Edit: No, thats a lie.
I don't like touching grease though. Which sucks, cause I am a mechanic...
I really can't stand touching raw meat, although that's probably more due to phobia about salmonella and the like than the texture of it.
I can't really think of anything people would usually touch that I have too much of an issue with.
Beans. Ughhhh. my nightmare.
Seatbelts. :|
slimy things, creepy crawlies, and my father in law's cat, she's a long haired cat and sheds like crazy. Her hair gives me the worst itchy nose and i just HATE it when she rubs against my feet.
Cotton balls seem to be a relatively common thing to hate and I'm not sure why. But whatever floats your boat I guess!
I hate touching spider webs because they're gross.
I also hate the way my hands feel upon just washing them because soap dries them out so much.
I can't think of much else.
Dirty plates and cutlery etc. I sort of "throw" things in the dishwasher because I can't stand the thought of getting any left over sauce or anything on my hands, particularly if it's cold, ew ew ew and especially anyone else's. I just feel disgusting and would have to wash my hands very thoroughly afterwards.
I'm not OCD in any other way and can live with dirty hands, but for some reason that just grosses me out. As does scraping things into the bin, or changing bin bag if it's messy at all.
Fine with both if I'm wearing gloves :)
I'm going to make, for Rantz, a cotton condom. I will send it to him before you visit him. :)
I hate touching velcro. Not as much as I hate the sound of it being pulled apart, but yeah it's pretty horrendous stuff.
I don't like touching ugly people.
The food gunk that gets stuck in the drain in the sink. That, and dirty fish water. HRNGHHHHH.
Yea I'mma have to say peasants.
Cotton wool, but not necessarily to touch, I can touch the stuff, It's the thought of it being ripped apart that makes my teeth itch.
Funny enough I have a bit of cotton wool (I think and if I remember right) inside two of my teeth. They're dead from when I face planted the road, so the dentist shoved various bits and bobs down holes in them to prevent infections or such like
I absolutely hate handling potatoes. Ship them all off to Ireland. I've heard that they are in need of them. :shifty:
Worst job... man, peeling potatoes for at least five hours a day. I hated it, and it has left me mentally scarred.
Emery boards/nail files. I really can't stand touching them - the sensation goes straight through me and gives me a horrible cold shiver.
what
In situations where I've just washed my hands or I know I'll be eating soon, I become a temporary germophobe. I don't want to touch anything. Of course, I have limits. I still touch things I have to... like my little friend. lol
I don't like fingerfoods. The only fingerfoods I still eat are fries, chips, and corndogs if those qualify. Well, I mean to say I don't eat most fingerfoods without a utensil be that a spork or chopsticks. I don't like my hands being dark or sticky and when I have nothing near to clean my hands with, I use my shirt or pants depending on the colors. If I've touched chalk and my shirt matches, I wipe the chalk off on my shirt. I then beat it off.
If my nails are awkward (chipped or freshly cut), I don't like touching loose material like thread or cotton balls or any material that will get caught on my nails (I also don't like touch my own clothes, the catching feeling sends unappreciated shivers up my spine). ...I don't like touching my cousins who live in Pittsburg. They don't shower. They don't brush their teeth. They don't wash their hands. Sometimes, they sleep all day on the floor or with their dogs and cats. They don't clean their house (which smells of feces) and rarely if ever wash their clothes. If anyone has a right to call them "filthy Mexicans," it is I.
I don't like being wet in a mostly dry situation. I don't like wearing wet clothes, I don't like using a spigot to wash my hands and/or face and not being able to dry off. I don't like walking from the water to the beach and getting sand stuck to my feet. I don't like touching the edges of knifes or paper (tiny cuts are the frickin worst). I don't like touching shredded, rotted, or otherwise loose wood (splinters).
I don't like my hands feelings oily after, say, touching my face or hair when I haven't showered in a day or two or from trying to clean grease from dishes (f-ing disturbing and I really don't know why).
Styrofoam. I start to clench my teeth together and get small bursts of chills through my body. I can't even stand watching people touch styrofoam. Then I start thinking about biting into a piece of styrofoam for some reason and my throat goes dry... like I am now.
Raw meat.
Recently peeled garlic skin.