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when i was little I heard from one of my frinds that if you picked ur noze then a monster would eat your finger (that is why i stopped picking my noze) note: i also thought that the little "boogies" were the monsters snacks. but i (thankfully do NOT beleive that anymore!
when i was little i believed that if i picked my nose then the bogey man would come and get me!!!
I was told that if I picked my nose too much i could pick my brain out of my head.
I was also told that if I picked my nose and ate it I was eating little bits of my brain.
I had lovely cousins! :p
Well when I was younger I used to pick my nose and eat it(yah I know totally gross) Anyway, my brother used to tell me that if I ate boogies and swallowed gum, my stomach would explode. I am nausiated all the time now....I wonder......
When I was little, I had heard somewhere (can't remember where for the life of me) that boogers were house flies that landed in your nose, died, and had began decaying.
I was told that eating my boogers would make me sick. It didn't, so I kept eating them. Then one day, I was sick in the toilet and some of the puke missed and landed on the toilet seat (sorry about the grossness!), and it was yellow-green and looked just like boogers! I thought that the boogers I had been eating had built up over the years in some corner of my stomach and had finally made me sick. I never ate boogers again...
My brother used to tell me that when you ate your boogers that you could dig yourself all the way to China. I never got there that liar. But I gor a lot of dirty fingernails. P.S. my mom spanked me for that.
When i was young I use to pick my nose and eat it and my mother always told me if i picked to far up my finger would get stuck up there so I never picked my nose and ate it again..lol
when i was little i used to pick my nose and eat it (eurgh!!) but one day my grandad caught me doing it and he told me that the boogers up my nose were flies that had crawled up there in the night and died. it didn't stop me picking my nose though!
When I was younger mhenever my mother caught me picking my nose she would say "stop digging for gold" For a while I didn't stop because I thought I could make my family rich by selling my boogers.
I used to believe that up my nose there was little green men living there. Ifelt sorry for them when i sneezed.i also wondered if i picked my nose they would attack my finger. i didnt pick my nose for a long time afterwards!
As a child I was told by grown ups, not to pick my nose or my eyes would fall out.
When I was small my dad cut two of his fingers half way off. If he caught me or any little kid picking their nose he would hold up his fingers and say you better stop or the buggers will eat your fingers off.
When I was a kid I had a uncle with the tip of his finger missing and my dad told me that the booger monster bit it off. And if I picked my nose the booger monster would bite mine off too.
I stopped picking my nose for awile.
i used to believe that if you picked your nose to much a giant snotball would come out of the toilet and strangle you
My father used to tell us, that when we were picking our nose, we were actually picking pits of our brain off, and thats what bogies were - bits of your brain.
i taught my girfriends daughter that if she didnt stop picking her nose she would cut her brain open!
also i said that if she had snot in her nose, it was nose goblins pouring snot into her nose, blowing her nose would get rid of them, throwing the tissue into the toilet would drown them and flushing would get rid of them forever, she still does it 6 months later, got her to be hygenic though
I believed that if you ate snot, it would poisen you. And you would die.
when I was a small girl, I had the bad habit of picking my nose. I simply detested having bogeys in my nose, so I'd always pick them out. My mother, quite horrified at this once snapped at me: if you keep picking your nose, your nostrils will stretch and become huge. look what you have done to them already! I instantly stopped, terrified. I have big nostrils, was it my own fault?
I believed that one was born with a perfect sphere of booger-material at the top of each nostril. Each nose-picking whittled away at these spheres. I don't remember whether or not I thought these spheres served any purpose, but I recall lying on the floor at nap-time in pre-school with my finger up my nose thinking I'd have to pace myself if I wanted any left when I became an adult.