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Remember the song, "Everybody's doing it, doing it, doing it,
picking their nose and chewing it , chewing it."? I learned the
next line as "Tastes like candy, but it's not . . ." So I thought
boogers were sweet! (I'm proud to say I hadn't eaten any.)
When I was a kid, I had this terrible habit of picking my nose. Well, my Mom told me that if I continued ... my nostrils would become so huge that that someday one of those huge pencil erasers would fit in it. Shortly after that (and believe me, I DID stop picking my nose), we went to visit an elderly uncle whom I hadn't seen in some time. I remember being able to see right up his huge nostrils and said loudly to my Mom, "Ohh, he picked his nose a lot when he was a kid!" My Mom shushed me quickly but there was no wa he didn't hear what I said.
My dad told me of a co-worker that used to pick his nose so much that he had a hole at the top of nose. I never dig too hard!LOL
somehow i came to believe that snot was a finite resource and that
eventually one would run out. and since i realized that boogers
were concentrated snot, i very conscientiously re-cycled my boogers
per oral until my emasculating older sisters reminded me what a fat
head i possessed. after that i became a picker-flicker and nose-
blower, hoping my hat size would be reduced thereby. it worked,
but probably because the salt reduction reduced edema.
When I was really young, I used to pick my nose and then have my lunch with it :) Then my mom told me one day that if I continue to do that, then someday I too would turn into a big booger. So I stopped. Who wants to be all green and slimy?
I used to believe that boogers were little bugs that went up your nose when you were asleep then died and dried up and you had to pick them out in the morning when you woke up.
I can't remember who told me but I thought that if you picked your nose too much it would get bigger and bigger, the skin around it would get floppy, until your nostrils were really big and ugly. So whenever I picked my nose (yes, its true i did) straight afterwards I used to squeeze my nostrils tight so that the inward and outward pressure on my nostrils would be EVEN! And after reading this site, I just realised I still do it.
I never believed in this...but I started telling my kids this: Everytime you pick your nose, it slowly removes the glue that keeps your nose on your face. And eventually if you pick long enough your nose would start getting loose and fall off. Try it....wiggle your nose....see...its already loose..
One of my teachers told me that if I picked my nose and I had really sticky boogers that my figer would get stuck in my nose and they would have to have surgery to take it out and they would also have to take the finger off of my hand.
when I was a young girl a neighbor told my brother and I that if we picked our nose and ate the boogers, they would turn into worms in our stomach.
We were so scared we didn't do it again, and just picked our nose and got rid of the evidence any way we could. Well, our grandma could always tell if we'd been picking our noses, somehow, and would chastise us. We were probably just messy about it, but I was convinced she was psychic.
I use to believe that when i had a cold and i sniff it up, they would have to cut my forhead to drain out the snot.
I used to believe that if you pick your nose, that a evil, slimy, sharp-toothed snail would come and bite your finger off!!!
When I was little, I thought boogers bounced. So each night, when nobody could watch me, I would pick every last booger out of my nose. I stuck all the boogers together on my bedside table, trying to create a ball of boogers large enough to use as a bouncy ball. Unfortunately for me at the time, my sister kept throwing my booger balls away before they became a large enough size.
In junior school, kids used to say that 'bogeys' (ie snot or dried mucus) was actually peelings from your brain.i believed this til i started year 7-8
my friends dad told me if i pick my nose i will poke out my eyeball. My parents also had a friend who didn't have any fingernails and he would say, see what happens when you bite your nails. I believed them both.
I used to look down upon all the people that I caught picking their nose.
My mom recently had a garage sale and our old dining room chairs were up for sale. the undersides were coated with about 5 years of my boogers.
My mom can't sell those chairs.
I must apologize to everyone that i secretly chastised for picking their nose.
i mean it.
I'm sorry
perhaps now the chairs will sell.
My Brother used to tell me that when I picked my nose I was actually picking brains, and that I got dumber every time. . .yeah, I beleaved him.
when I was eight years old, I developed pneumonia and was in hopsital for a week. My mum told me that I'd made myself ill by picking my nose and eating the bogeys. A little bit harsh of her, I think...
When I was younger my best friend's dad told me if you picked your nose and ate your boogers, they would turn into worms in your stomach.
I believed that if I was in an air crash in the Arctic where there was nothing to eat I could survive by picking my nose, and so I refused to stop doing it.
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