bad habits: picking my nose

When I was a child, I use to believe that when you died. God would make you watch a video of your whole life - On a big screen in front of the world and everyone would see ALL that you did. So I would only pick my nose under the blankets becuase I also believed that under the blankets was the only place you were safe.

In prescool, i had the bad habit of picking my nose and eating my boogers. my teacher told me that boogers were dirt and that's what i was eating. I told her i didn't care, as long as it tasted good.

My grandma told me that if I didn't stop, my stomach would get really big, then it would explode. I believed her until I got in the 8th grade and studied the digestive tract.

I used to believe that if you pick your nose while driving or in the car with someone, if the car stops fast your finger will go all the way up your nose and get stuck. then you'll die for damaging your brain.

My childminder used to tell me that if i picked my nose it would fall off. I tried really hard not to pick it but one day i had to, when i did i started crying cos i thought it would fall off!
To my surprise it never did fall off....
LOL!!

When I was younger I had a pretty nasty cold and I was blowing my nose. My mom told me if I blew any harder I would blow my brains out right through my nose. I cried and cried and cried....she told me she didn't mean it like that, but to this day I can't stand blowing my nose lol.

when i was three or so my mom said that boogers were good for you. i actually believed it...

When I was in kindergarten, my mom once told me that if I pick my nose, then ants would crawl into my nostrils. I used to believe it was true. Whenever my nose itches, I thought there were ants living in there. When my nose bleeds, I thought I had killed ants.

i used to believe that snot was easy to buy in the shops

when i was about 10 i had a really bad cold and like any stupid kid i thought i was being proactive by picking out as much snot as i could and therefore get rid of my cold. well it ended in a huge nosebleed and my mom had me stuff tissue up my nostrils to try to soak up the blood, it just wouldnt stop. after a while i was fine and removed the tissue, tho my nose was still blocked with the cold. about a week later my right nostril was still blocked. in the middle of a clothes store i went rooting for gold and pulled out the biggest hardest lump of red tissue from my nose that had been stuck up there since the week before, unnoticed, and presented it to my mom shouting "Look, i unblocked my nose!" needless to say she was highly embaressed tho i was quite proud of myself!

When I was little, my friend's mother told me there was a snail that lives inside of your nose, and if you pick your nose, he will chew off your fingernail, and after that, he would bite your finger off!

I used to believe that everybody's head, above their eyes, was full of boogers, and while you slept at night they slid down into your nose to replace the ones that got picked earlier.

I used to believe…

whenever i was caught picking my nose by an older member of the family they would say "you will pick your brain out if you carry on doing that" for years i believed i was super intelligent because i must have at least picked half my brain away and i was still as clever as ever!

when I was younger, maybe 5 or 6 my older sister told me that snot was made of dirt, dust and bug skulls. I believed her completly, but still picked my nose and ate it...cause it tasted good.

when i was little, my mother told me that boogers were actually dead bugs so that i wouldn't pick my nose and possibly consume it.

i believed this, without a second thought until i was about 13 and thought "hey wait a minute".

i was a dumb kid.

I used to think that when I picked my nose, a little man inside would bite my finger off