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Strange Triggers

Everyone has that thing that sets them off.  Maybe not exploding out at people, but something that just annoys them so much that they try to avoid it at all costs.  I knew what one of mine was, but have found another one.

My triggers tend to deal with eating.  I do not like being around loud eaters.  I try not to be self conscious when I eat, because I don't want to be one of those loud eaters.  It's one of the reasons why I try to eat as fast as possible.  I want to get done so I can talk or get away from everyone that is a loud eater.

When I was growing up and my grandma was home for the summer, she liked us to eat together.  I was always the first done because they are all lout eaters, except for my mom, but she was across the table from me.  It's nothing I hold against my family, it's just something that really annoys me.

The other thing that has really started to annoy the hell out of me is listening to podcasts where the people are pouring liquids near their mics.  Holy fucking shit is that the most annoying thing ever.  It gets me so mad and I don't know why.

I have to stop listening to a podcasts because most of the time they're pouring something because they drink the entire show.  There's times when they even ratchet it up and do drinks that require dropping a shot glass into a bigger glass.  I nearly broke my headphones it annoyed me so much.

It's one of those things that I tried to figure out, but can't.  Actually being around someone that is pouring something isn't as bad, but it's getting there.  Thankfully it isn't something that is right next to my ears, which probably has to do a lot with it.

I know there are other things that annoy me.  The list is probably too long to list.  But those two things tend to be near the top.  Anyone have something strange that annoys you to no end?

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