Everybody has their kryptonite

My theory is that everybody had their own kryptonite; or at least something that keys in on their own weekends. Whether it be food, or a sound like the clicking of a pen repeatedly, I feel their is at least one thing that affects us. Mine would probably be the crumpling of tissues/toilet paper/napkins, the sound effects me, like when someone is crumpling it up. For some reason, the sound effects my breathing, I like feel like it drys my throat up. I know, in reality it might not, but it feels like it does. I don’t really know anybody where the clicking of a pen is something that bothers them a lot, but I think there are some people out there. Do any of you have a kryptonite?