My search terms are putting me to sleep.

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I don’t have good ideas every day for new posts.  During the first year I had this blog, when I couldn’t think of anything to write about, I could always consult my search terms page and post the funny ones.  Sometimes I even got ideas for new blog posts from a search term.  Some of you may remember these posts.  They always got a lot of laughs, mostly from yours truly.

But for awhile now, my search terms have been about as interesting as watching paint dry.  I don’t think I’ve just grown bored with my search terms; I think my search terms really are that boring.   So I can’t use them for ideas or humorous posts making fun of them.  I wonder why my search terms are so dull these days.

25 things that gross me out.

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I admit it.  I’m easily grossed out. That’s why I could never work as a nurse.    In this list I’m only including the things that most people don’t think are that disgusting (that’s why you won’t see vomit, poo, or green phlegm here), or things that seem very specific.   I think some of them are pretty weird.

Things That Gross Me Out

  1. The sight of blood pouring out of someone’s mouth.  Seeing blood (even a lot of it) doesn’t necessarily bother me.  But when I see a movie or show where blood is spurting from someone’s mouth and nose I have to look away.  I can’t stand seeing that.
  2. Long fingernails that are not polished. They don’t have to be dirty.  I never understood why women want long nails if they’re not going to polish them. I think it looks nasty. I have no idea why it bothers me but it does.
  3. Dried spittle, especially when it forms white strings.
  4. Dishwater left with bits of food floating in it.
  5. Ketchup and mayo mixed together.
  6. Any kind of slimy shellfish.  I can’t look at them or eat them.
  7. Eye gunk.
  8. Edematic skin that looks red, tight and shiny with veins visible.
  9. Putting in someone else’s pierced earrings.  I can’t do it.
  10.  Boiled squash.  I don’t care for the texture of pumpkin much either.
  11.  Eating chicken skin.  Something about the texture is just ew.   Same thing with tripe (besides the horrible smell).
  12.  Bone visible through a gash.
  13.  Shiny bald heads with scabs or dry-skin scales.
  14.  The sound of someone eating, chewing, smacking lips, etc.
  15.  When someone talks and you can hear wet mouth sounds while they speak.
  16.  Mayo on almost anything.  (In tuna salad or deviled eggs, it’s fine).
  17. The bottom of a refrigerator, where water pools and mixes in with bits of food and eventually a pinkish mold grows there.
  18. The inside of a raw Thanksgiving turkey.  I love stuffing, but I always have to get someone else to stuff it for me because the way it looks and feels makes me gag.
  19. Eggs with gooey yolks.  Even worse: when I’m with someone who is dipping their toast into the runny egg and swirling it around in it, I feel like puking.  Even worse still:  the part of a cooked egg white that for some reason doesn’t get cooked and you get a mouthful of viscous slime.   Blargh.
  20. The slimy feel of the rim of a used drinking glass when you trying to wash it.
  21. Bread that has had raw tomato on it and turns pink and gushy.
  22. The jelly-like coating on an opened can of cat or dog food.
  23. Insect fragments and carcasses in windowsills.
  24. Thinking about someone getting their ear cartilage pierced.  Shudder.  I don’t know if it’s because I think it’s disgusting or if it’s more like that horrible way you feel when you hear someone scraping their fingernails on a blackboard–not exactly gross but horrible just the same.
  25. That foam you sometimes see in stagnant pond or lakewater

I think that’s enough.  I need to stop before I heave.

 

ETA: 2 more I just thought of.

26. the feeling of chalk, powder, or dried clay on my hands.   Not gross really, I just hate the feeling of it.

27.  “Surprises” when I’m eating. I hate, hate, hate when you bite into something expecting one thing, and taste something you didn’t expect, even if it’s something I would have liked if I had known what it was.    Or eating something designed to look like something else.  Like a cake done up to look exactly like a pot roast and veggies.   Just ew.  Keep it away from me.

Apparently a lot of people suffer from Trypophobia, the fear of clusters of holes.    If you Google it, the images that come up are a little unsettling, but they don’t disgust or terrify me, like they do for some people.  I actually find these images interesting to look at.

How Covert Narcissists Brainwash Their Victim (SpartanLifeCoach)

The most dangerous thing about covert narcissists is they seem like anything but narcissists, but they are masters of manipulation, deflection, and projection. If you challenge their actions, they will turn the tables on you, and act like YOU are victimizing THEM. You’ll think you are going insane–and you might go insane.

I’m dealing with someone right now who may be a covert narcissist.   The crazy thing is that this person is telling me I’m the abusive one.  They are making me worry all over again that I might in fact be the narcissist.   They’re making me feel guilty by tearfully telling me how hurt they are over something that happened ages ago.   But who’s going to suspect such an “innocent” and “vulnerable” soul of abuse, especially when they are wiping away crocodile tears?

I doubt I’m the abusive one though, because there’s a difference between them and me:  I can admit when I’ve been wrong. I can also feel sorry when I know I’ve been wrong.    In this particular case, even though I know I wasn’t wrong, I apologized anyway to keep the peace.  I just want it to be over already but apparently they do not.   It seems to me that they are still trying to get a rise out of me over something I thought was long-forgotten.  But narcissists never forget and never forgive, and will use old transgressions (or imaginary transgressions) against you until the day they die, if they can.

When a covert narcissist starts acting all butt-hurt and accusing you of abusing them, you start to question your reality (and your sanity).  You feel like you’re living in a hall of funhouse mirrors when they are telling you that up is down and white is black and you are the abuser when in fact they are abusing you.   I’m very glad I’m not that close with this individual or I’d probably be in the psych ward by now.

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