What's your heebeez
 

Ok, we human. We all have these quirks and such that make us all individuals. Sometimes, however, our quirks can be rather strange. Like what gives us the heebee-jeebeez. What gives us the creeps. What "wierds" us out. Now, I'm not talking about the obvious, average stuff like nails on a chalk board, or clowns, or the Clintons, I'm talking about strange stuff that would make other people think...:question: .

So, what gives you the heebeez?

My heebee is buttons. You know, like on shirts, pant, and dresses. Not all the time. Just when I happen to find one that has escaped from its clothey prison, laying on the floor, or worse, sitting at the bottom of the washing machine. Blagh! I don't know why, been like this since I was a kid.

you said fingernails on the chalkboard doesn't count, but that is my BIG thing. i mean HUGE. i have goosebumps just typing about it.
-i had to drop a required class in college because the prof squeaked his chalk frequently.
-i help with Junior Achievement and i laid a condition down that i won't go into a classroom with a chalkboard.
-my son is working on Writing Without Tears, which requires a chalkboard. i leave the house when he works on lessons.
-the feel of chalk on my hands makes me break out in sweat.
-i can't even listen to people talk about it. while typing this i had to stop for a moment to crack my knuckles and neck before i could continue.

i have found recently that it isn't just the dreaded chalkboard. i had to restrain myself from literally punching my son the other day because he sat down and scratched his nails on the driveway.

it makes me physically ill.

Ever read Coraline? You probably wouldn't like the Other Mother.

okay, you said no clowns, but man. them, and mimes. they make me cry.

my weird one is hair - when it's not attached to someone's head. has to be THE MOST disgusting thing on the planet. I even hate cleaning my own bathroom floor.

Mine would be anything across my throat, like the edge of the blanket in bed, or a tight collar. When I was a wee lad, I read a collection of Hitchcock horror stories, one of which involed a guy who slit throats.

mimes? they don't normally freak me out, but outside the entrance to the field where the Leaning Tower of Pisa is... the freakiest scariest mime i've ever seen in my life. their mimes are dressed in black and white or try to be comical. this guy was on stilts so he was @ 10 feet tall. his face was painted silver and he was wearing silver/black robes. he didn't move. he just stood there with a really frightening smile and wide open eyes with his arms spread like he wanted a hug. he was spooky enough that we talked about him everytime we saw a mime for the rest of the week.

There was a woman on Maury or some such show who was 'noid about chalk. She was clinically off her rocker about the stuff. They brought a bowl of it into the studio, and she went utterly batshit. It was like she had seen Satan himself.

My thing is bones breaking. I don't mind blood n guts, or broken bones on something that's already dead. But the moment of breakage is too much for me. I simply can't watch it or hear it without wanting to crawl inside my own butthole and die. Whenever someone gets set up for the elbow pop in a martial arts movie, I shut my eyes and cover my ears. Joe Theisman's leg injury almost sent me to the hospital. I can hardly watch people getting hit in football for fear it's going to happen again.

It stems from a pretty spectacular knee dislocation I had at age 14 (and 3 subsequent ones in later years, all requiring pretty extensive surgery). I gots gimp knees. I'm always afraid someone's going to come up behind me and pop one out, so I'm not really truly comfortable unless my back is to a wall or something else that precludes sneaking up on me.

- That material with the holes in it that they make sports jerseys out of
- The Laurie Anderson song on wolf's cmep project.
- Centipedes
- Yes
- K cars

The biggest one for me though is water and whatever is lurking in it. To say that I'm afraid of sharks is an understatement (ask jim, he thinks I'm nuts), but they barely scratch the surface really. Lakes, rivers, creeks... swimming pools :blush:, there could be eels, snapping turtles, big fish, scary bugs... :worried:

Empty cicada shells, after they molt, used to give me the heebs. Then we had like 500 million of them in our yard last year. They don't bug me any more.

When I'm inside the house, and a bug crawls on me, I don't really expect it, so it gives me the heebs in a big way. I usually kind of spazz out as I try to brush it off quickly. Outside, they don't bother me, because I expect them.

My 3 year old son doesn't like peepers (those little frogs that are really loud.) They give him the creeps.

I don't like heights. I get nervous when I'm up high. At work, we have a spiral staircase with glass railings. The staircase is 6 floors tall. Every once in a while, I lean over the railing and look down from the top floor, just to give myself a rush. Freaks me out.

didn't you just get a kayak?

I hate that stuff too!

The top and bottom incisor teeth clicking together.

Or biting a fork.

Or molars grinding.

Okay, teeth.

Shrieking children.
I want to hit them.

Gotta face your fears, you know... But normally I'm in the boat and "safe" from whatever is lurking. I would never kayak in the ocean though, fuck that.
When we were in NY at the begining of the summer I was kayaking in the lake at our camp site and had an alligator-sized snapping turtle dive under the boat, right near my hand as I paddled. I nearly levitated.

This is an irrational fear that has really started to bug me because it interferes with something I really enjoy doing - getting off on my own to the back coutry for a while and just communing with the stars and the nighthawks and the coyotes. But I seem to have developed this terrible anxiety that comes over me as soon as it get dark and I'm out on a mesa or something camped all alone. I do all the common sense stuff like lock my food in the car to not attract bears - we only have brown bears down here, anyhow. I know a mountain lion attack is higly unlikely in the first place and more likely to occur at dusk or dawn if I DID have such an encounter, and I know that if there was some crazy lurking that far off the beaten path, the chances of him coming across me would be very, very small. They don't call em wide open spaces for nothing! Still I sometimes get absolute panic attacks which I never did before. This really bothers me, because I was never like that until here lately.

as long as you didn't pollute the lake.

Escalators.

Down Escalators.

Ups are okay.

I can manage downs, but there's this moment, when I'm at the top, I'm about to grab the moving handrails (both of them) and I kind of waggle back and forth a bit, like a downhill skier at the top of the run, waiting for the countdown, watching a couple of the steps move forward so I'm getting the timing, and then I have to step on while I still have my courage. Leave it too long, and I have to go take the stairs at the totally wrong end of the mall. That doesn't happen often though.

Ack! Once in a while, my wife will grind her teeth in her sleep. Now I'm not talking some benign grinding noise, I'm talking some high-pitched, nails-on-the-board sound. After I regain conscienceness and peel myself off the ceiling, I'll give her a boot or two with my foot to make her stop.

:vomit:

Chalk.... eww... i just got goose bumps typing the word out. Also any sort of unfinshed porcilen or ceramics... like an unseasoned pizza stone - yuk!!! Also, frogs, snakes, toads and fish. I enjoy eating fish, but alive fish - ick ick ick. OH... and solid butter... it needs to be melted or absorbed onto something before I'll even touch it.

Great topic...

The thing that lately really sends me into orbit is when my husband scratches his groin. Or anywhere NEAR it. The *scritch* *scritch* *scritch* sound alone makes me want to rip his arms off so he can never ever do it again. Even if he has just stepped out of the shower and put on clean undies, if I can hear *scritch* *scritch* *scritch* coming from the bathroom ~cringe~... He does it on purpose when he knows I am irritable, just to bug me. And I can't help but freak out at him. Gross.

ok guys, be honest - how many of you just scratched your groin to see if you could detect an audible *scritch* *scritch* *scritch* sound?

i scratched, but no sound.

OK, OK, to clarify...when he is naked, or just in underwear. The scritching may be from his hairy areas? Ugh. Stop making me think about it... :greenface

get him a good set of clippers and set him loose. (i think we had a thread on this somewhere?)

LabRat, maybe these people offer gift certificates...for him, of course. :)

NSFW

NSFW? can't follow it right now, but let me guess - waxing?

:lol: HA...

He won't even get his monobrow done, no way would he do anything south of the border :lol:

do it for him. If he balks, get mean. Dunno if you ever (nsfw colored text alert) go down on him,but if you do, you have his most important possession in a very delicate state of affairs. You could shave the magna carta into his pubes with a pocket knife and he wouldn't move an inch for fear of far worse pain.

i'm DarkPhobic, and hate the fingernail scratchings against glass and board. but of course, clowns r scary too >.<"

hahaha.... "south of the border"! Honey, we're talking the SOUTH POLE!

lol.... *snif* heh

Don't know why I just thought of this.... but that yellow nacho cheese stuff... that is creepy.

The wooden spoons vendors give you to eat malted shakes at baseball games...

Unless you've cleverly disguised your real life identity, Mr Mouse, I now know TWO people with what I previously considered an utterly unique abberation.

Well, here's lickin at you, kid.

:lol2: (in response to BigV's South POLE comment)

I fear the sea, the creatures IN the sea, combines (the farm kind), alligators and crocodiles ( though it's highly unlikely I'll come across one in Ohio), nylon, and polyester.

I also hate the smell of blood.
Maybe in my previous life I was tied up with nylon, tossed into the sea and eaten by something scary.

the sound of a popcicle stick rubbing on a sidewalk ,
that just TOTALY messes me up !!!

The sound of a casino full of slot machines will drive me WACKO !!!!
I can't STAND the constant noise !!!!! Ear plugs DON'T help !!!!!

Hey, I can't stand that noise either. Not because it drive me nuts, but because the noise is usually in someone else's tray and not mine. Usually in the person right next to me who just walked up not more than 10 seconds ago.

Murky water... like lakes and dirty beaches... as long as I can see to the bottom I am okay, but who knows what could be under the surface?

well i have serious problems and quirks but hey we all know that! :)

My BIGGEST phyce out is corners. they totally freak me and i get a instant headache, sweats and i have to put my hands over my eyes.

corners of paper, boxes, envelopes, menus whatever.. i cant have the corner pointing toward my eyes. drives me nuts.

on my first date with my current SO i embarassingly actually slapped the menu out of his hands cuz he was holding it up reading the deserts and the corner was pointing towards my eye. i got a huge head rush and slapped the menu away!!

cantstanza!!

Well, I feel better now. I've never told anyone how that drives me crazy. It feels like the corners are actually poking into my eyeballs. Instant headache!

Sidebar warning. Don't kayak onto the beach when the surf is too high and your kayak is longer than a surf board. You may get a crash course in pole vaulting. I then had to take another crash course in patching fiberglass holes. My paddle went through the kayak bottom when we hit the beach.

No reason to have fears. It happened too fast to remember.

Also passed over a pygmy whale. Since I did not see it, then again no fears to worry about.

Falling from high places. Not even terribly high places, actually. I have been known to get wobbly on very sturdy stepstools.

It took me a while to realize that I don't actually have a problem with heights in and of themselves, actually I rather like them, once I'm certain that I'm not going to be able to pitch off into oblivion from them.

I've always had a touch of claustrophobia. I thank the Gods for open MRI machines.
My first MRI was in the closed type and it was all I could do to NOT scream and claw my way through a multi-million doaalr scanner to get out.

Then I discovered someone who cured me. I daren't say how, but I no longer fear closed places.

awwww, come on. You can't use the word "daren't" and not give details. So...share.

it trips the Cellar TMI warning system. Sorry Hobbs.

My biggest irrational fear, the thing that gives me that feeling of my stomach having suddenly dropped out of my abdomen, is learning that I've unintentionally injured someone...hurt their feelings, disappointed them.

I think my mom really laid some seriously subtle guilt on me when I was growing up.

The only thing that gives me the heebee-jeebees are bees/wasps/hornets. I got stung eleven times at once when I was five, then three hornet stings at once when I was 11, so now I either have to kill them or leave the room- I can't stand them buzzing around.

I have always had a deep fear of things under the water.... then I learned how to dive. My heart is pounding pretty much the whole time I am under the water, but I am getting over it bit by bit. I still have really deep-seated fears about certain things under the water that I will never go near (sunken boats).

I hate heights. The thought of being on a ledge, or a bridge with nothing to hang on to just freaks me out.

Oh, and vampires. I can't handle movies or books that have vampires or human/creatures with sharp teeth or scary eyes.

When we went to the Imax theater at Universal City to watch Van Helsing, I ended up falling asleep because I spent most of the movie with my eyes closed!

Yeah, I'm a loser.....

Biting down on even the tiniest bit of aluminum foil where I have fillings....:shivers: Freaks me out even to write about it.

I just redicovered another heebs that I have this weekend. The idea of having my blood circulation cut off somewhere on my body (even just the idea). I always get sqirmey and weirded-out when I get my blood pressure taken. It's the idea that blood flow has now stopped in my arm and that idea just creeps me out. I was standing next to one of those blood pressure machines in Fry's this weekend and my kids were interested in what it did, so I showed them. I had to keep from nawing my own arm off when that cuff inflated around my arm. And then, because I was moving around so much, this "Test Interrupted, restarting Test" light kept flashing which made things even worse. There was also this story my friend told my about how he recently choked out his 12 year old son by accedent. His son was sitting in a chair and he was standing above/behind him with both hands on both sides of his neck, you know like giving him a message. Well, apparently, he had pressure on both sides of his neck at the juggler or something becuase the kid just passed out, cold. They had to revive me three time durning the telling of that story.

eeeeek!

Fumigate now!

No, no, no, no, that's a free pet!

OK, I waited long enough. I have to ask. If your deathly afraid of vampires, why on earth did you go and see a vampire movie at all places an IMAX theater where the screens make people 9 million times larger than normal people?

This is like me going to a button convention (refer to orignal post #1 this thread)

I can't speak for seakdivers but, like Glatt, I get the heebeez from heights in certain situations, and sometimes subject myself to it for the sensation.

Clenching your jaw down on a piece of velvet and pulling it through your teeth from one side to the other.

Umpa Loompas-the old ones, not the new ones that are just one Indian guy.

Running your front two teeth over a chalk bored

Being Curbed like in American History X-"You fucked with the wrong Bolt."

The Exorcist girl

Sharting-yes, you know what I'm talking about.

Mud Skippers-they bite!!

Hearing a chainsaw somewhere off in the forest on a very dark night while camping.


The horrifying thing of all time-FURBIES

Hobbs - good question. I didn't want to see it to start with, but after a few beers the Hard Rock in Universal Studios, I was sure I could handle it.

Come to think of it, maybe it was the beer that made me fall asleep..... hmmm... I may have to repeat the experiment to know for sure!

Errrrm...... there's got to be a good story behind that one!

I was thinking that sounded kind of fun, actually. Very tactile.

That flip-flop sound that flip-flop footwear makes -- ack... up the wall!