bad habits: picking my nose

I used to believe…

my dad said if i picked ny nose the bogy monster willcome after me

I used to believe…

When I was little my mum used to shout at me for picking my nose and eating it, but my big cousin told me that it was ok to eat your snot cos it just went back up your nose again, so that is what I kept telling my mum when she shouted at me.

i belied for several years that if you picked your nose too much the buggers turned to glue and your finger would get stuck, and need to be cut of.

I used to believe…

My grandmother told me that if you picked your nose and ate the snot then the bogies would turn into little white worms in your tummy (uuugh!). I still believed it even when my Mum said it was a lie - I thought she was just protecting me from the awful truth.

i used to believe that a dirty man would come out of the nose and bite your hand if you picked your nose too many times.The description ofthe man which my parents gave me was very frightful and even now i always think twice before picking my nose!

I used to believe…

when I was 5-6 I saw a man in a wheelchair...I asked my grandfather why he was in that chair and couldn't walk. He told that's what happens when you pick your nose and eat it.

i used to believe it was okay to have a booger collection. my mom did not agree

I used to believe…

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

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 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 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 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.