EDIT: so I started this off with things that bother me. I had typed in terrible driving and rude behavior. I don't like where that post was going. This shouldn't be Let's Get Ranty Part whatever the heck I was on. I'm take this prompt on a literal perspective.
I'm disgusted by rotting/rotten food. There's been a small infestation lately in my house with food. There is nothing more off putting then fining a bug in your soup that just kills the appetite. I'm well aware that a single fly in your soup is not going to kill me (statistically), but there is just something about it that is enough to tell your brain to just stop. Growing up a bit in the Philippines, there were flies everywhere landing on your food and taking off again. I was fine with it. I'm assuming that the "first worldliness" of the US has kind of set the bar a bit higher when it comes to sanitary consumption. That's too bad, because I feel like I've wasted a lot of food in recent times because I didn't want to share my food with some flies. So rude.
Actually, I've boycotted the rice we cook at home, simply because there have been maggots living in the rice, and consequently being cooked in the rice as well. Looking back, I've probably consumed SO MANY MAGGOTS and I've turned out (relatively) fine. Those buggars are really hard to see, and really easy to miss. One time I scooped a fresh batch of rice up into a plate, and I saw a little guy taking his last squirms before dying. Yep, never eating rice (from my house) ever again.
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Apparently this is a pretty common occurrence with cheaper rice/grains. Still gross. On a MILDER side, I think the very first time I acted in this way is when I started avoiding eating the bruised parts of a banana. There's definitely NOTHING wrong with it, it's just a matter of preference. Still though.
Actually I found one of those filthy maggots biting into a banana once. I gave up bananas for awhile. Actually typing this I'm gonna give up bananas for a little bit again. UGH.
Other things that disgust me? I dunno, things that look like they haven't been cleaned for AGES. Take a couch, for example. You see one at a garage sale, obviously you're gonna spruce it up, give it a quick wash, all good. But like you see the ones out in the front with a "FOR SALE" sign that you know has been there for at least a few days, it becomes a little off putting. There's a better example in there somewhere. You get what I mean.
In terms of smells - I'm not a huge fan of trash - and like the collective trash you smell when a garbage truck passes by. Normal trash obviously doesn't smell too good, but at least it's tolerable. It's the collective efforts of a small community that makes trash smell like... well trash. Accompanying that idea is also the smell of rotting flesh. Not like dead bodies (though I'd imagine they'd smell the same way) but really old meat. I left some meat outside to throw out but never got to it... ON A HOT SUMMER DAY. I waited MUCH too long and eventually that smell was everywhere and I was too afraid to get rid of it because flies and maggots have now gotten INTO the bag and it was making the most threatening buzzing sound you've ever heard. I'm getting grossed out reminiscing.
Thick liquids and being sticky. If i'm outside and I accidentally step into a soft muddy spot on the ground that is just enough to hold onto my foot for a second or two, I'm disgusted. Likewise, if I lean my hand on a tree and wasn't aware of the sap on that tree, I am immediately disgusted. Being sticky is NOT a good feeling. It's not like sap is acid that's gonna burn your skin off, it's that when I move my fingers it there shouldn't be any resistance. That goes with all things sticky: honey and other forms of thick liquid sugar, adhesives, etc.
One last comment because I'm disgusted typing this material. I'm actually not too bothered with some obvious answers like gore. Broken bones and severed heads in real life is sad and disheartening, but I don't think disgusted is the right word for it. I'm pretty ok with poop. Bugs are still gross. So yea. that's all.
BUT WAIT! Not a disgust, but trypophobia always gets someone feeling something.
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This reminds me of one of my favorite office party happenings :)
I had just celebrated my first anniversary with the office November 1st. I have since been working there for a decade more, but that one particular Christmas season, someone that particular year brought in some trail mix to share with everyone at the office party. Whoever it was poured the colorful hodgepodge into a decorative glass bowl which was thoughtfully positioned toward the on a central cabinet to maximize share profits.
People walked by all days and would grab a small handful to munch on. I wasn't ever big on sweets and treats, so I wasn't particularly interested in sharing trail mix and finger germs with my colleagues. Eventually, I caved under the pressure (which wasn't any sort of "pressure" at all—I was just hungry and shaky from not eating breakfast that morning).
I walked over to the dish which was relatively close by and started picking through it for the M&Ms (I'm not much for sweets, but I do enjoy chocolate things). As I was picking through, I noticed some things in the bottom squirming around. I scooped all the trail droppings aside and uncovered a maggot rave party! I got all excited and had a great idea for a trick to play on everyone.
I pushed all the pieces back to the center and ran over to Tammy's desk. Tammy was a red-haired middle-aged woman who liked to ride her Harley Davidson motorcycle in the mountains on nice days. Her and I used to pal around because we both had oddball personalities. Anyway, I told her about the maggot party and she gasped and got serious and asked, "you wanna eat some and freak everyone out?
Of course, I agreed and we both stood next to the bowl, got everyone's attention, notified them all that there was a probably a little more protein in the trail mix than they might have assumed, and then proceeded to chow down on some delicious fly larvae with a side of mixed nuts and such with everyone watching.
Out of about 100 people, one guy started an encouraging "GO! GO! GO!" chant, several people joined him, one guy came over and joined us (but only ate one critter), and about fourteen people either vomited on the spot or ran to the restroom covering their mouths.
The boss was chatting with a business associate in his office and they both came out to see what the commotion was and to pour a cup of toffee coffee. The boss's narcissistic secretary immediately threw Tammy and I under the bus saying that we purposefully made her and several other people sick by eating maggots from the trail mix in front of everyone, and he just said, "oh, okay," and turned to his associate who exclaims, "I guess that explains the funky taste..." then they both let out a pompous chortle and walked back in his office.
Best Christmas party ever. Though, we never did find out who supplied the trail mix that year...
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