Two other materials that fall into this category are velvet and suede. Or rather, velvety suede. Like not quiet velvet and not quiet suede but somewhere in between. It's the material that you sometimes find on the outside of photo albums. While I don't like to touch this, I can handle it if there is no movement of my hand over the material- just stationary holdage.
Moving on to food. Oh glorious food, how I love thee. Thanks in large part to my parents who exposed me to a vast array of foods as a child, I eat pretty much anything, and I'll certainly try (most) anything once. Unless of course it is of a styrofoam texture. Like rice cakes, mascarpone, or cheese poofy items. Here in Romania there is a really really common (and cheap) snack called Pooflets (I don't really know if that's spelled correctly). But they're literally salted styrofoam as far as my mouth is concerned. I see people eating whole bags of them. Entire bags. Hundreds of styrofoam pellets down the hatch. Oh my word, shoot me now.
One final thing about food is mixing crunchy and smooth textures. So yea, not so much into crunchy peanut butter. Or celery in tuna salad- my lifelong search for tuna salad at a restaurant that doesn't include celery continues! Or nuts in jello salad. I will take a pass on all those items, thank you very much. I just don't like the surprise element of it all. Like you're never quite sure whether it's smooth or crunchy, and you're enjoying the smoothness of it all and CRUNCH, there goes your serenity.
My question is- am I the only one who deals with this kind of thing? The only one who has such distinct feelings about textures? Please leave a comment if you'd like to join my EAT Club, aka the Extremely Agitating Textures Club. Thanks.