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When I was little I used to think little people lived up my nose and when I scratched my nose I would destroy there town or when I sneezed a tornado happened in there town.
I was not a smart kid
My Grandmother told me when I was little if you didn't pick your nose that the boogers would eat your skin and make your nose bleed and make your brain get sick
I still pick my nose since im in the habit but when I was little i would hide my head behind a pillow and pick my nose and my mom and dad would say "what in the world is your problem and id say "im telling secrets to my imaginary friend Bob" when i've never really had an imaginary friend!
my friend told me in kindergarten that if i picked my nose too much, it would get stuck in there.
When I was little my older sister would pick her nose and tell me that it was good to do because boogers contained Vitamin C. I still thought it was grose and chose not to get Vitamin C via my boogers. To this day I still joke with her about it.
When I was Younger about 5 years old or so, I got caught picking my nose, my mother and grandmother both told me If I kept picking my nose it would unscrew My eyes and they would fall out... I believed them for a while aswell lol
When I was about 6 or 7 years old my grandpa saw me picking my nose and eating it. He told me that every booger i ate was pieces of my brain and that i was going to end up eating all of my brains. It scared me because i thought i would eat all of my brains and be stupid. i didnt eat a booger since then.
I thought if i picked my nose too many times, my head would blow up.
well i was told thats if you picked your nose our brain would fall out not only that but it becomes a brain cactus... really theres a plant that looks like a brain and my dad told me that what happens to peoples brains that fell out
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.
i used to believe that when i picked my nose gremlins would appear from my bottom because inside of my nose there was a button that said gremlin injection. so one day i picked my nose and then wore a nappy just in case. by the way im 24.
When i was about 5 and 6 i used to pick my nose and eat it(i know it sounds gross) And one day my mom caught me doing it and she said stop eating them bugs.i'm like bugs there boogies she said no there bugs that crawl up my nose and wrap into something green. Than i didn't do it know more.
I believed, because I was told by my big brother, that if you picked your nose and ate it, it would all coagulate (I don;t think I knew that word then) into a large ball in your body and you'd then die...
my brother (10) still believes that if you stick your finger to far up your nose you can touch your brain
My mom told me if I picked my nose, I would get cancer.
yeah i used to pick my nose and eat it. so my parents told me if i kept doing it i would get an exotic disease where your throat gets so dry you cant swallow any boogers OR food. i stopped.
When I was a child, my father used to say, "Don't pick your nose, or your bum will fall off". This was a good deterrent for about a week... Then I picked my nose (by accident), nothing happened & I figured out that my father was either clueless, or just a liar!
I still pick my nose!!!
My mum used to tell me that if I picked my nose, I would poke my brain and I won't be as smart as I should be when I was older :)
My dad's uncle lost the top part of his index finger in an accident years back, right below the first knuckle. He used to tell my sister and I that if we kept picking our noses, our fingers would rot off - his finger was the proof.
Needless to say, we stopped picking our noses.
when i was eight i would stay at my baby-sitter's house when my parents had to work. and one night i slept over at her house and she thought that i picked my nose and i told her that i didn't but she didn't believe me and she told me that when boogers leave your nose they turn into monsters and that the booger monster comes to get you. I was afraid to blow my nose after that.