bad habits

I used to believe…

if you picked your nose, your eyes would pop out!!!

I used to believe…

When I was about 5 I used to bite my nails, my dad said that if I didn't stop I would get hookworm - one day I would be walking down the street and the hookworm would fall out my bum & hook me to the sidewalk & I'd have to stay there until someone saved me & everyone would know that I was a dirty little girl.
Stopped me from biting my nails in record time.

I used to believe…

When I was in 2nd grade the cutest boy in my class was biting his nails. I asked him why he did. He said that some tasted like chocolate ice cream and others tasted like vanilla. I started biting my nails that day...he was cute!

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 used to believe if you picked your nose it made your willy shrink

I was a devout thumbsucker for many years. Needless to say, my mother hated this and tried everything to get me to stop. When rubbing pepper and vinegar and all sorts of other nasty things on my thumb didn't work she resorted to telling me all sorts of horrible stories. Once she told me that if I didn't stop sucking my thumb I would grow up to have a horse face (big mouth and buck teeth). It scared me stiff, but I didn't stop sucking my thumb. I would just suck my thumb and cry about the ugly face I was bound to have. Finally my father broke down and told me that nothing like that would happen. Thanks Dad!

I used to believe…

My parents were both heavy cigarette smokers when I was a kid. I always heard people say "those things'll kill ya" but I had never heard of Cancer or Emphysema before. I used to have a dream, and it was recurring, that my Mom would be lying on her back like one of those circus jugglers who juggle barrels with thier feet, but she'd be juggling this huge rolled up ball of DuMaurier cigarette packages. I used to go to the store for her and buy them and wonder all the way home how this little package can kill you. And wonder why she was sending me to get them if they were so dangerous!

I used to believe…

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.)

i used to belive that if you bite your nails,they would start growing and by the time they tuned into a finger,they would turn into bad fingers that would pick other people's noses.

I used to believe…

When I was 7 or 8 I had a terrible habit of biting my nails. One day my aunt said "If you keep biting your nails, the nail will get stuck in your stomach and you will have to have surgery right away before you die." I stopped.

I used to believe…

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.

I used to believe…

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

I used to believe…

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.

I used to believe…

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…

To get me to quit the never-ending nail-biting, my mom used to say that the bits of nails I swallowed would give me appendicitis, and then she pointed at the spot in my lower belly where my appendix was supposed to be and described the horrible pains I�d suffer. I never quit, but because of that odd prognosis of hers, I pictured my digestive system as a very simple mechanism consisting of 2 metal chutes going from my throat to my lower belly � one which would take all food and drink to the left, I guess to the stomach, and the other which would recognize and separate nails only and then send them to the right, straight to the appendix.

I can't remember who it was, but when I was young, a family member told me that if I kept biting my nails I would eventually get appendicitis. It didn't stop me. I finally did stop about 5 years ago, but i wasn't because I lived in fear of a raputured appendix.