Fussy folks. The everyday things that make us insane.

[MsDemeanor]

Originally Posted by Lynn

Wearing wool is very difficult--it itches, feels weird, and just skeeves me out.

Wool is evil.

I'm not terribly fussy, but when I am fussy it's over the top. My biggest fussy is people in my space. Not just the stand to close to me thing, either. I don't want to fucking hear you. I don't want to hear your music, your phone conversation, you're mindless blathering from the next table. Keep you shit quiet and keep your conversations to yourself.

Mister is fussy about clean. I'm a bit of a slob, so my very existence makes him crazy some days.

[NJFemmie]

I itch like mad with wool. Looking at it makes me itch.

[NJFemmie]

When I was younger, I used to have problems with long sleeved shirts. I would always roll them up. Now, I can't stand having my sleeves rolled up unless I am washing dishes or something of the like. If I see Mare's shirt sleeve above Her wrist, I'll go so far as to pull it down, lol. (Thankfully, She doesn't mind).

[Apocalipstic]

I know this is ultra weird....

But teeth.

Teeth are grossssssssssss

They are everywhere. Pictures of them. In fact, this morning when I went to Farmtown? Huge pictures of rotted teeth at the bottom of the page. Weatherbug? teeth. Gagggggggg.

In school, people would plop their retainers on their lunch trays and I would gag. My sadistic sister found out and would place her retainer on the snooze button of my alarm clock and even called my college roommates to do do it.

I chose my dentist office based on no pictures of teeth.

Gross gross grosssssss.

[NJFemmie]

Originally Posted by apocalipstic

I know this is ultra weird....

But teeth.

Teeth are grossssssssssss

They are everywhere. Pictures of them. In fact, this morning when I went to Farmtown? Huge pictures of rotted teeth at the bottom of the page. Weatherbug? teeth. Gagggggggg.

In school, people would plop their retainers on their lunch trays and I would gag. My sadistic sister found out and would place her retainer on the snooze button of my alarm clock and even called my college roommates to do do it.

I chose my dentist office based on no pictures of teeth.

Gross gross grosssssss.

LOL ... I had an ex who felt that way about tongues. If you stuck your tongue out at her, she'd have a bitch fit. I always thought that was such a sucky burden to carry around being a lesbian and all..... *shrug*

[TeaPartyTart]

Ok folks. I was holding back but it's time for me to unleash the what I believe is the nastiest of all things that makes me super insane.

I call it "Piggies in the Window".

It's when you see a car driving by and someone has their nasty ass feet propped up on the dashboard, or actually touching the windshield. I am completely repulsed. Extra gross out points for folks who choose to perch their hoof on rolled down window. Makes me want to drive by and lob it off.

Speaking of feet...

While I love nice feet, gross feet make me go crazy. I can't help but look at everyone's feet in any kind of sandal. I judge-yes JUDGE the alignment of the toes, health of the nail, condition of the nail, etc. I hate chipped polish, cracked heels and dirty feet, in general.

I feel so much better now.

*sigh*

[QueenofQueens]

Originally Posted by MsDemeanor

I'm not terribly fussy, but when I am fussy it's over the top. My biggest fussy is people in my space. Not just the stand to close to me thing, either. I don't want to fucking hear you. I don't want to hear your music, your phone conversation, you're mindless blathering from the next table. Keep you shit quiet and keep your conversations to yourself.

I have a spin-off to report. I work in tattoo shops where generally speaking, a cacophony of conflicting noises seems to elicit extreme pleasure from most of the failed rock stars that make their living this way. Save the one typing this.
If I hear the sound effects from Grand Theft Auto layered over a death metal band, layered over a moronic discussion about graffiti, sneakers or famous tattoo artists, it is enough to trigger homicidal psychosis. I'm not kidding, the defense department probably utilizes a similar soundscape to create remorseless killing machines. If not, they're remiss.

Originally Posted by TeaPartyTart

Ok folks. I was holding back but it's time for me to unleash the what I believe is the nastiest of all things that makes me super insane.

I call it "Piggies in the Window".

It's when you see a car driving by and someone has their nasty ass feet propped up on the dashboard, or actually touching the windshield. I am completely repulsed. Extra gross out points for folks who choose to perch their hoof on rolled down window. Makes me want to drive by and lob it off.

Speaking of feet...

While I love nice feet, gross feet make me go crazy. I can't help but look at everyone's feet in any kind of sandal. I judge-yes JUDGE the alignment of the toes, health of the nail, condition of the nail, etc. I hate chipped polish, cracked heels and dirty feet, in general.

I feel so much better now.

*sigh*

I'll see your "piggies in the window" and raise you a "yoga toe"*.
Example: I simply cannot exercise in a room after someone has rested their "yoga toe" on every available surface while stretching their ass directly toward my face, no matter where I'm positioned or what direction I'm facing. I feel like I am being oppressed by their healthy lifestyle hegemony. Plus, it makes everything seem like it looks like it must smell.


*yes, I am talking about an actual toe, not anything related to a camel.

[KayCee]

Originally Posted by QueenofQueens

*yes, I am talking about an actual toe, not anything related to a camel.

I can't stand it, when somebody asks me a question where I have to THINK right after I woke up!..yeah..call me grumpy..LOL

[Enchantress]

Chewing.

The sound of it, the sight of it.

I mean seriously?

Yes, it's something that must be done to get that delicious food down. However, it's not necessary (ever) to smack ones lips after said bite, or do so with ones mouth open OR for that matter do it so that I have to hear it.

I like quiet.

Eat a chip? Suck on it a little first to squelch the crunch.

Yes, I know that the piece of pie was tasty, but you ate it, enjoyed it and you DON'T have to smack your lips afterwards in appreciation.

I mean what the hell?

When I was younger I used to build a fortress of cereal boxes around me just so I wouldn't have to hear or see my sister.

Call me crazy but I still will if you're loud or I can see you. Ick!!