bad habits: picking my nose

Before when I was a good number of years younger I would believe that your entire body consisted of mucus, and I surmised that if you picked your nose to access hold of your mucus, your mucus would starts to pull apart like a yarn ball and the more you pulled the more that it was pulled apart, which would result in your body becoming a giant pile of stringy mucus.=]] (on a side not I wish to appologize for any typos, they are there for the simple matter that I am 15 years of age, and everything I accomplish is half ass work)

I used to believe that people were stupid, and that you could never ever die of hunger.

You know why?

Boogers made an exellent source of food. And spit was a water supply.

I solved the problem of world hunger.

When I was a kid, I used to pick and eat my boogers(like im sure must little 3 year olds did). Well, my my mom told me that there were bugs and ants inside boogers, and if I ate them the would make an ant hill in my stomach.

When I was probably about 4 or 5, my big brother told me that if I stuck my finger too far up my nose, a sharp toothed snail would bite it off. I believed him, so I tried not to stick it too far up when I picked my nose and also warned all my friends in kindergarten about sticking their fingers too far up their nose because of the sharped toothed snails. My older brother also got my little brother to believe the same thing.

when i was young my parents told me that if i ate boogers they turned into worms in my stomach and well...that stopped me for good... i still pick my nose when nobodys looking (ew!) =P

When I was little prob in elementary school i used to snort back my boogers...actually my brother did so as well...anyway, our baby sitter told us that evert time we snorted it back it was going up to our brain and eventually air wouldnt be able to get to the brain anymore

When I was 3 or 4, I was a real tomboy and I usually watched the Disney movies, especially Pinocchio. My parents said if I ate boogers (eww) I would turn into a donkey, and i was horrified. i was cleaner and...er, had a better diet from then on.

When i was in the 1st grade, i had a habit of eating my boogers.(disgusting, right?) I sat in the very front of the room, and during a spelling test, i just had this craving to pick my nose. I dont know why, i just did. and i "accidentally" dropped my pencil under my desk. And when i went to go bend down to get my pencil, i would pick my boogers and eat them.

ewwwwww!!

I saw the movie BEETLEJUICE, where the main character, namely Beetlejuice, is a disgusting green color; I was only four, and I loved this flick--I must have watched it at least a dozen time the first six months we had it! Well, I told my Mommy that "Beetlejuice was a very disgusting green man..." and she told me it was because he picked his nose alot when he was my age--and ate it! I never did it again, for fear of turning into Beetlejuice or anything even closely resembling that color!!! I still laugh with my mom, as she was never one to make up stuff like that, but in this case it was not only hilarious but it worked! :)

When I was little, I had this big headboard on the back of my bed. It was a heirloom upholstered one, made of blue velvet. I would pick my nose at night while falling asleep and rub the boogers on the headboard. Because I was doing this in the dark, I assumed no one would ever know. My mother cleaned the headboard so many times and scolded me, and yet I still continued, absolutely convinced that because it was dark when I continued, she would never find out this time.

when i was younger like4 i use to eat my boogers
when i was watching barney then i belived that the tv could see u so i stopped so they couldent or
i covered the tv up with a blanket

when i was 3 i use 2 pick my nose, and one time my dad saw me and he said don't pick ur nose cause if u do the boggie man will come at night and eat u. so i was scarred 2 pick my nose, then i found out it wasent true, so i stareted to pick my nose again. now im 12 and i still pick my nose cause its a bad habit.:-(

my grandpa told me if you pick your nose too far then a snail will bite your finger off ha

When I was about 5, my sister told me that boogers were brain cells and that every time you picked your nose or sneezed, you got stupider. I refused to blow my nose in the winter and pinched my nose everytime I sneezed. Thanks for the ear infections Marie.

For years I thought tinted windows on cars made it so you couldn't see inside AT ALL. I had a nasty habit of picking my nose and my family made fun of me a lot..so when I had to do it in the car, I would "hide" what I was doing by getting right up next to the window.

I used to hate blowing my nose, so in order to get me to do it, my mom told me that my boogers were alive and screaming to get out. That explained the whistle sound my nose had when it was stuffed.