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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 uncle had lost part of a finger, when he saw me picking my nose when I was little he said thats how he lost his finger,never picked my nose again in case I lost mine
When i was around 5 i couldn't sleep one night. I picked my nose and i suddenly got scared. I thought if i dropped it on the floor it would become a boogie monster. And i thought if i ate it, I would become a boogie monster.... So i put the booger back in my nose...
When I was little I saw this commercial where it was just the camera on a hospital ceiling for 30 seconds. It then says "Think that was boring? Try it for a lifetime. Don't snort". Meaning cocaine, I guess, but snorting my runny snot back up was a bad habit my mom had tried to cure me of constantly. After that commercial I was afraid it would kill my brain and I always kept a box of tissues by me so I could blow my nose instead.
This isn't from me, but from my 4 year old daughter. Over the weekend she told me she was eating her boogers because she thought they would turn her eyes green.
as a child i used to pick my nose, one day i was in pre-school (kindergarten to the americans) when i pulled out an extra large booger.... i screamed because i thought it was my brain so i tried my hardest to shove it back up into my nose!
My aunty used to tell me that if I kept picking my nose, I'd eventually go deep enough to release the hook that held my eyes in their sockets.
When I use to eat my boogers I knew that it was wrong and that it was an embarrassing habit. I thought that if I ever had an x-ray that the doctor was going to be able to see the boogers in my stomach and scorn me. I had a plan that I would just say they were pieces of cheerios cereal.
When I was about 4 yrs old, my Dad had to go to the bank after Church. He took me with him, and I was dressed up in a cute little dress. He set me up on the counter, as he did his business there. I started picking my nose, and my Dad saw me and said "Don't do that, honey, Little girls don't pick their nose." As innocently as can be, I replied "Only Daddys do?". I'll never forget the teller laughing so hard.
I didn't realize til later that I had totally ratted out HIS bad habit publicly.
LOL
When i was young, my parents told me that boogers were part of your brain, so to stop me from picking my nose. Logically, i thought that if i ate them, they would just go back into my brain, and no harm done. needless to say, i never wanted to blow my nose, because then that part of my brain would be lost forever!
I used to believe there were spiders in my nose. My mother told me this when I was really little to keep me from picking my nose. I looked at her horrified and almost unable to move with tears running down my face and asked her to take them out for me.
I used to think that boogers were pieces of your brain and contained things that you forgot and if you ate them you'd remember.
When I was younger my father told me that if I picked my nose my nostril would stretch to accommodate the size of my finger.
Lord knows I didn't want big holes in my nose so I stopped picking my nose.
my nan had 9 out of 10 fingers amputated and so she used to tell me that she picked her nose and the cockroachs ate them. :S i actually belived her...
my mother always told me that if I picked my nose my eyeballs would fall out of my head! I knew that when you sneezed your eyes always shut so I always thought there was a definite relationship between one's eye and nose functions.
When i was little, i always wondered why my grandpa had big nostrils and one finger with no nail. So i asked him why. I remember him saying he poked his nose a lot and that the booger monster bit his fingernail off. So i never picked my nose and now i tell my kids the same thing.
My sister told me that if I picked my nose there were snail creatures inside of it that would bite my fingers.
I used to believe that boogers were a part of my brain. I was told that if the brains were removed from my head I would lose brain cells, thus losing intelligence. In order to avoid being stupid I ate my boogers to keep them "in the system."
I used to believe that if you picked your nose deep enough, you would find gold because whenever my dad caught me picking, he would ask, "Ya diggin for gold?" I had a lot of nosebleeds as a child.
I regularly picked my nose and ate the bogeys. One day, when I was about 6, I was sick and threw up in the toilet, half of the vomit went on the toilet seat. The vomit was a greeny-yellow colour and looked just like bogeys. I honestly believed that years of eating my bogeys had finally made me sick, and that I had just thrown up all the bogeys I had ever eaten. I never ate my bogeys after that.
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