The Creeps
I’m sure we’ve all met someone, or been somewhere where someone has given us the creeps. Just seeing how they dress, or hearing the tone in their voice can send shivers up ones spine.
There are standards of creepiness such as clowns, dummies, people wearing mascot uniforms, certain insects and snakes. The creeps are hard to shake and seem at time to be innate in nature.
Some politicians give me the creeps. Reiki practitioners give me the creeps, big time. I’ve met cops that have given me the creeps. I’ve met many executives that give the creeps. Sometimes it can just be a person walking toward you on the sidewalk in town. Farmers rarely ever give me the creeps, but there is usually one person in the classes I teach or a presentation I give that creeps me out. It isn’t just a cosmetic thing where I’m pre-judging someone. I just get a creepy vibe and usually when there is an eventual interaction I find my creeps were justified.
Now ask your self if you’ve ever given anyone the creeps. I bet we all have. I’ve done things and said things that upon immediate reflection I have even creeped myself out. Sometimes I do it on a daily basis, though I plan on no confessions here.
I think the creeps should be added to the list of basic human emotioins right up there with love, hate and fear.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
16 Comments:
Since I'm weird by most people's standards, I'll bet I've creeped out lots of folks.
I've never thought of "the creeps" as an emotion. I actually put it in the catagory of superstition. Although i get them,and they are usually justified as well, i usually reserve them for people whose inner workings or ideals give me "the creeps"
interesting topic guy
loopymama
Farmers really SHOULD give you the creeps, Guy
The creepiness factor is heavily is rearing its head mightily in this round of online dating.
So, what if I told you I am a Reiki practitioner (which I am) do you still feel creeped out? I am really intrigued by why that would be creepy!
Perhaps "the creeps" come from that part of our brain we supposedly don't use. And is actually our brain reacting to the aura given off by whomever is creeping us out.
My father got "the creeps" when he met Jim Jones, who (at the time) was still a missionary - not a cult leader.
i, personally, have NEVER given anyone the creeps. lol they just either really hate me, or love me. no creeps.
Ok, I just had to go look up what "Reiki" was. I can see where that might bother some people. Like Breatharians or Rosicricians or Scientologists. Metaphysics always makes me bilious. I have issues with some of that stuff. I also have an aunt who would kick my butt for saying so. No worries.
As to the "creeps": I meet them all the time in my line of work. 'Nuff said on that subject. Have I ever given someone the creeps? Undoubtedly. I am strange and unabashed about it. I'm not one of those "creepier than thou" types, but I'm proud of who I am and if I bother you, then get on down the ramp!
creepy
i think i give myself the creeps.
Donna, more people need to accept loners. I feel your lack of pain, sister.
Loopy, it must be an emotion considering it not only has mental but often physical effects as well.
Auntie, there was this one guy in Idaho last year...I'm sure he's being watched by the ATF.
Lori, I warned you about internet dating, didn't I?
JB, I'm pretty much creeped out by all Woo Woo practitioners. BTW I have a client for you. She need something new to believe in and since you already know most of her story you can spend more time spreading the Reiki all over her.
Walt, I know what he means, religious folks give lots of people the creeps.
Dalia, I love your confidence. Go girl!
Darev, you win in the "I've met the most creeps" category. I don't know how you don't have night mares after dealing with the people you deal with.
g, you only give me the creeps when your Warrenton upbringing shows.
hmm, creepy... where did my comment go....
A couple weeks ago I was getting read to travel for business with a coworker. She was supposed to show up at my house at 5am and carpool to the airport. So when a little red car pulled up near my driveway, I walked out without really paying attention and tried to put my bags in the newspaper delivery lady's car. She jumped back into her vehicle and sped away. I was still half asleep and didn't understand why my coworker with leaving without me... and then about 3 seconds later it dawned on my that my poor paper lady assumed she was being accosted by a guy with luggage. Creepy.
Dunno, Weese.
Matt, that is too damn funny. Now that is a great blog post. I can just see the police report. "This creepy guy with a fly rod approached my car..."
My boss creeps me out. Every day.
If you are who I think you are, he creeps out a lot of people.
I am who you think I am....creepy!
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