bad habits: picking my nose

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.

My uncle had lost part of a finger, when he saw me picking my nose when I was little he said thats how he lost his finger,never picked my nose again in case I lost mine

I regularly picked my nose and ate the bogeys. One day, when I was about 6, I was sick and threw up in the toilet, half of the vomit went on the toilet seat. The vomit was a greeny-yellow colour and looked just like bogeys. I honestly believed that years of eating my bogeys had finally made me sick, and that I had just thrown up all the bogeys I had ever eaten. I never ate my bogeys after that.

When I was little I saw this commercial where it was just the camera on a hospital ceiling for 30 seconds. It then says "Think that was boring? Try it for a lifetime. Don't snort". Meaning cocaine, I guess, but snorting my runny snot back up was a bad habit my mom had tried to cure me of constantly. After that commercial I was afraid it would kill my brain and I always kept a box of tissues by me so I could blow my nose instead.

This isn't from me, but from my 4 year old daughter. Over the weekend she told me she was eating her boogers because she thought they would turn her eyes green.

as a child i used to pick my nose, one day i was in pre-school (kindergarten to the americans) when i pulled out an extra large booger.... i screamed because i thought it was my brain so i tried my hardest to shove it back up into 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.

When I use to eat my boogers I knew that it was wrong and that it was an embarrassing habit. I thought that if I ever had an x-ray that the doctor was going to be able to see the boogers in my stomach and scorn me. I had a plan that I would just say they were pieces of cheerios cereal.

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.
LOL

When i was young, my parents told me that boogers were part of your brain, so to stop me from picking my nose. Logically, i thought that if i ate them, they would just go back into my brain, and no harm done. needless to say, i never wanted to blow my nose, because then that part of my brain would be lost forever!

I used to believe there were spiders in my nose. My mother told me this when I was really little to keep me from picking my nose. I looked at her horrified and almost unable to move with tears running down my face and asked her to take them out for me.

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 young, I used to pick my nose a lot. This was because the Boogie Man lived under my bed and the only way to keep him from kidnapping my blankie was to leave booger offerings on the wall beside my bed.

When I was younger my father told me that if I picked my nose my nostril would stretch to accommodate the size of my finger.

Lord knows I didn't want big holes in my nose so I stopped picking my nose.

my mother always told me that if I picked my nose my eyeballs would fall out of my head! I knew that when you sneezed your eyes always shut so I always thought there was a definite relationship between one's eye and nose functions.

I used to believe that boogers were a part of my brain. I was told that if the brains were removed from my head I would lose brain cells, thus losing intelligence. In order to avoid being stupid I ate my boogers to keep them "in the system."