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Frankie,
Thanks for sharing. If it is OCD, it must be a not-so-bad part of it. I get the anger big time, too. I do eat out (avoid thinking about certain aspects of it), and I hate sharing drinks/food. One of my daughters, when she was about 11 or 12, thought it would be cute to snatch bits of food from others' plates. I had to stop that right away and not just because it's very rude, but because I couldn't stand it. We're fine--it's the rest of them, hey?
posted by
Witchflower
on November 23, 2004 at 9:38 AM
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I have this same problem.
I can't stand the sound of chewing, crunching, salivating, digestion, burps, farts. All of these human noises actually make me feel angry and I excuse myself if possible. I do have obsessive-compulsive disorder (in other areas), so I suppose this is just another form. I hate eating out, and I won't share drinks or food. My friend makes fun of me, he says, "Confuscious say- big germ eat little germ." Take care
posted by
Flumpystalls3000
on November 23, 2004 at 6:30 AM
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George,
Boy, do I agree with you! Thanks for reading and thinking about my little phobia.
posted by
Witchflower
on November 14, 2004 at 8:01 PM
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"crunching"
I'm not too crazy about people crunching noisely near my ears,but compared to "rap music," or ANYTHING wailed by Sheryl Crow, I'll gladly take the crunches, anyday
posted by
venemousgeorge
on November 14, 2004 at 11:32 AM
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Very funny, Wiley
Talking about it wouldn't bother me at all, just
hearing those little numbers crunching down. Now if the banker said, "Let's
munch some numbers," I want to scream and run. <ha>
posted by
Witchflower
on November 13, 2004 at 10:40 AM
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Witchflower
LOL You must hate it if a banker says something like: "Let's crunch the numbers eh luv?"
posted by
WileyJohn
on November 13, 2004 at 9:06 AM
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Good Grief!
I meant "not" needing medication. Poor editing. I'll have to speak to my editor about that. Well, she's me. Hmm, personality splitting? Nah, nothing that interesting.
I'm so happy I made you laugh. I laughed while reading your party invitation post; breathing into a brown paper bag, indeed! I could just picture it. Thanks for reading and commenting.
posted by
Witchflower
on November 13, 2004 at 12:33 AM
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Can't say it
affects me as badly as it does you. I'm afraid to say that your post made me laugh and laugh! I DO sympathise with your mild dislike of crunching....but you write about it so humorously!! LOL! I cracked up when you said you were worried you could be heading down the track of needing medication! Sorry....but the heat here is getting to me...I still keep giggling out loud and my children are looking at me as though I am distinctly wierd!! I sincerely hope you can find a way to combat this terribly inconvenient "dislike"....I would guess it would be akin to being surrounded by people running their fingernails down a blackboard to me. Good luck
posted by
suomynona
on November 13, 2004 at 12:21 AM
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Very clever, loanlady.
He is a nice guy, the father of twins, one of whom is autistic. The family completely uprooted themselves to move to this area because of the excellent autism program here. He's funny, kind, and intelligent, a great favorite in our department. I have a lot of cds in my Media Player playlists and keep the earbuds plugged in all the time, so I just reach for them and pick out my music. Sometimes, just putting in the earbuds is enough. I suddenly realize I haven't started a cd; I'm just happy with the external noises blocked out.
Seriously, ours is a very quiet department. All editors and production people working away at their computers. We're known for being weirdly quiet; otherwise, no one could concentrate. It's just me and my little phobia that is weird.
Thanks for the laugh.
posted by
Witchflower
on November 11, 2004 at 9:56 PM
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oh well if he's a nice guy then let's give him tofu no carb no sugar cakes, boiled eggs already peeled thank you, nonfat cheese and some strawberries all heathly non noise creating??? Or a head set for you with tapes of water sounds
posted by
the-loanlady
on November 11, 2004 at 5:32 PM
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You're so right, Ca88
One of these days I'll do a blog on a little presentation I gave in college about men not listening. Sometimes it seems to have been raised to an art.
posted by
Witchflower
on November 11, 2004 at 3:13 PM
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As a result of having three boys I've been able to successfully master the art of ignoring any sound I don't like. I believe this ability comes naturally to the male of the species, its called Selective Hearing...
posted by
Ca88andra
on November 11, 2004 at 2:09 PM
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Great idea!
He doesn't know I am going crazy here. He's a nice, funny man who had a heart attack last year and has brought his weight down and his health up, so I can't complain about the damn rice cakes. I don't remember when I first noticed this. Maybe when I was a teenager? A long, long time ago. But then, last week, I met two people who have to have an odd or even number of ice cubes in their glass, so maybe we're all just a little nuts, but in different ways. Thanks for reading and offering suggestions.
posted by
Witchflower
on November 11, 2004 at 10:53 AM
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Don't have that one but I "gotta lotta" others... Try and think back to when this started. Try and imagine freely what it is that gets into you. Here I'll try - makes teeth hurt but also makes jaw sinus feel pressure, but also reminds me of things I like to eat.makes me feel guilty or cold. How to turn that around? Drown out with another sound and visual image that is the opposite something pleasurable like a bubblebath. Give that coworker an article about how rice cakes dry out your intestinal track and cause hemmaroids. Maybe that will help??
posted by
the-loanlady
on November 11, 2004 at 10:39 AM
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