I’m interested to know what kind of thing provokes a yuk response in you?
I’d also like to know how, if at all, you would explain your dispositions to someone who was puzzled by them. I’m not asking you to think about what makes you squeamish any more than you have already; I’d just like to know what your ‘off the cuff’ response would be to someone who asked you why just those things trigger your response.
This isn’t in any way a ‘trick’ question. I could say more about why I’m asking but I don’t want to influence your answers. Probably later I shall say why I’m asking.
In the hope that I’m interpreting the question correctly…
Yuk inducers:
Animal carcasses in butcher shops that are still recognisably animal shaped. (Can’t explain really. I just find it disgusting in a way that a rasher of bacon isn’t)
The smell of raw meat when passing a butcher shop. (It’s just sickly)
The smell of raw fish when passing a fishmonger. (Ditto)
The excement of any species I can think of. (Just dirty and horrible)
Roadkill. (I think it’s linked to the “OH NO!” guilt thing that I experienced on the few times I ever ran over anything)
TV depictions of injuries/operations. (Can’t explain. I think it’s an empathy thing)
Greasy hair. (Usually unnecessary. Horrible)
Dirty fingernails. (Not when someone has just finished gardening, but in general unnecessary and horrible)
Handrails on escalators, public stairs and subway trains. (Just call me Howard Hughes Jnr)
Public toilet seats and door handles. (Ditto)
beetroot. (The work of Satan)
Ok, ok… I’ll get some help…
Edit: Damn those typos - especially when you copy and paste, thus duplicating them!
4 Unwashed people.
3 Snot.
2 Drooling.
1 Food on people’s faces. (OMG that makes me sick. I knew a guy who could not eat so much as a Lifesaver without getting it on his face. It makes me ill to this day and that was 25 years ago.)
I have a bigger problem with smells causing a yuk factor than sights. I can look at just about anything and I will probably find it interesting rather than disgusting. But if I have to smell it, then I have a problem. I honestly have no idea why smells bother me more.
The worst smells for me:
The smell when a roof is being tarred. One year when I was in college, they were tarring the roof right outside my dorm room window for a week. Even with the window shut the smell got in. That was a very, very long week.
The smell of rotting flesh - do I need to explain?
The smell of feces, especially when it’s in copious amounts and not where it’s supposed to be (i.e. smeared all over the walls of someone’s room)
Yuck:
Roadkill
Carcasses left by the cats.
these are things I must remove with a snow shovel, by blurring my vision and doing my best not to feel the sensation of the body sliding onto the shovel.
Not yuck:
I used to be a vet tech. Surgery was no problem. Major wounds were no problem. Recently euthanized animals were no problem.
It’s the ones I come upon already deceased that throw me.
I have tried it several times when I was having trouble sleeping and, each time,after one tiny sip my throat closed up and I thought I was about to choke. Just thinking about the stuff makes me feel sick. I have no idea at all why this happens.
Roadkill used to really freak me out when I lived in Dublin but now that I live on the very edge of the countryside I have become inured to it by seeing it every day.
Speaking about the countryside, although I spend a lot of my days off out and about taking pictures, I would never get closer than ten yards to anything that lives on a farm. Horses, cattle,sheep and pigs are to be avoided at all costs. Maybe it’s because I’m a city boy at heart but whatever the reason may be, I give these animals a very wide berth.
That’s not really a Yuck as I will often stop for a look at them but getting close…now that’s a major Yuck
Dub - you wouldn’t maybe have any allergies? Chamomille is “known” as a cross allergy species - for instance if you are allergic to ragweed, you may also show symptoms to Chamomille.
Anyway - on the “yuck” factor…
I have a “weak” stomach. What I mean by that is I get nauseous very easy. I get car sick (and so I usually drive, doesn’t happen then). I get sick on planes (especially small ones). I get sick on boats. I get sick when I have a migraine. I had “morning” sickness so bad with Noah that I wound up being hospitalized. I’ve gotten sick every single time I’ve had any anestesia (I know that’s not spelled correctly). I got sick when I had a kidney stone. I get sick if I get REALLY upset. Phenergan is my friend…
However - I really don’t get nauseous by gross things. Bodily emmissions or body parts - nope. Animals - smells, parts, butchering, mucking stalls - nope. I may say it’s gross - but I don’t get to the point where I can’t “stand” it. Honestly - I can’t remember being in a situation where I got really “sick” over something.
I’m pretty okay with animal carcasses – for the same reason as Emm – but three things from those days still skeeve me: maggots and pigeon flies and eye operations. Give me a dozen cat abcesses over one eye issue.
I’m majorly yukked by stuff on the sidewalk – especially spit.
Sure can. Anything goes here so long as it’s real.
I gotta say though, the choice by Dub and I.D. of chamomile tea really took me by surprise. I was expecting to be taken by surprise, but that was an especially surprising surprise.
This is good. I couldn’t think of anything that really honestly bothers me, but reading over othes lists has made me stop and reconsider. I have a really poor sense of smell. The fact that I’m congested most of the time probably has something to do with this. As a result, I only notice really strong smells. Of those really strong smells, the one that really is yuk to me is the smell of vomit in an enclosed space, like being the next one to catch that particular cab.
Its more interesting to me that the sight of vomit should bother JES, especially considering that his favourite literary figure is Huck-Huck-HUCKleberry Finn.
To the best of my knowledge I have no allergies. Chamomille tea is the only thing I have ever been exposed too that had a negative effect on my system. The taste does not bother me in the slightest, just the choking sensation a sip of it produces.
Maybe your body is kicking it back because it wants real tea made from real tea leaves, a hearty breakfast tea, perhaps, or some Early Grey, manly teas, and not something made from flowers.
“Chamomile” – such a sissy word, stirring up connotations of maiden aunts in sensible shoes and smelly lace doillies and wan and frail Emily Dickenson types.
