I'd rather die than go more than a few minutes with the little unavoidable hairs under my shirt after you get your hair cut with clippers.
I can't stand having sticky hands. If I spill a sugary drink on my hands, I have to drop everything to go and wash my hands thoroughly.
Even more, I can not STAND sticky hands when it's cold outside.
If I walked to 7-11 and got a Slurpee, and it's Fall/Winter, and it spills on my hands, I have to go to a disassociated place, outside my body, like when little girls are molested by their dads....until I get home to a sink.
The banality, inanity and mindless repetition of small talk with strangers/acquaintances drives me insane, I'm terrified that I'll lose all societal conditioning and turn into a Tasmanian Devil and chew their throats out because I am so filled with white-hot hatred for them when they force it upon me.
I have OCD so I have innumerable irrational fears. I can't smoke a Camel cigarette unless the little camel is facing up toward me.
This will drive me nuts when watching a dark movie in a dark room.
I'll light a new smoke, and I can't see the camel, and I'm straining to see it, and waiting for a brighter scene so I can see it...to the point that I'm missing a whole scene, desperate to locate the camel....and only after a while will I stop and go "WTF am I DOING?!?"
I'm not grossed out when I see junkie blood on the sidewalk, or in the public restroom.
I'm not grossed out when I see where a homeless guy has taken a dump in the alley.
I'm not grossed out watching an ugly person sloppily eating, or spitting, or picking their nose...
But I can not, at all, handle seeing a ******ed person eat, EVEN if they aren't drooling.
I don't know why, but I could PUKE my GUTS out if I see a guy with Down's Syndrome eating.
If he's eating clam chowder, or a sandwich with mayonnaise, and a little bit of mayonnaise gets on his lips, I will faint...or die.
I'd rather die than wear a shirt, with a V-Neck sweater over it, AND a jacket over THAT, as the My Chemical Romance guy is in the latest Wizard Magazine.
I've seriously had nightmares about having a job where you have to wear that as a uniform.
My life would be over until I could get the Hell out of that get up.
Girls who smile when you're making out, during foreplay, or...

....during sex.....this peaceful, enlightened, "Ah, this is so enjoyable."-Type smile.
It's over.
Sex should not elicit a peaceful smile, at all. Go away from my bed. Smile in your heart, not in your face, FREAK!