bad habits: picking my nose

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

my babysitter told me to stop digging for gold. I beleived that I could really find gold and started hiding all my boogers and waiting for them to change to gold.

When my brother was little my grandpa used to tell us that he had lost his fingers from picking his nose. My little bro still does it though.

My uncle once told me that if you picked your nose too deep a spider would grab it and your finger would be stuck forever. Oddly, it didn't break my habit of picking, it just gave me severe arachnophobia!

When i was about 3 or 4 i believed there were monsters in my nose, and if i picked my nose, they would eat my finger.

I used to believe…

the art of picking the nose was passed on to me by our cleaners daughter ! when my mom saw that i was picking and then eating ...she told me that all the bugger would get stuck in my brain and that i would gradually die!

When I was little my mom told me that if I continued to pick my nose then the finger bird would swoop down(he always knew when you did it..and could come out of air vents) and bite off your fingers and then you'd just have little nubs. And you can't color with nubs.

When I was younger I used to believe that everytime I picked my nose, my nostiles would get bigger, I stopped very quickly fearing they would be like golf balls.

my big brother told me that if you pick your nose too much, it turns your eyes inside out and you would only be able to see inside your own head

When I was little I used to believe that my boogers were alive, and had a life up inside my nose, so I would pull 1 out, talk to it, and "put it back in it's house for later"

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 dad lost the top half of his index finger about a year before I was born, and when I was little he told me that he had come loose and fallen off because he picked his nose too much. Then he would grab my finger and twist it and tell me mine was coming loose.
He still tells my little cousins that...

My uncle lost the ends of one of his fingers to diabete's but when I was little I didn't know that.. One day he caught me picking my nose and told me that one of these days the nose-worm was going to come out and eat the end of my finger just like it did to his! I was terrified to pick my nose after that, and I was also terrified of worms.. Go figure!

i used to belive u had to pick ur nose or u couldent breath .. so one day i was doing it on the bus i was about 6 or 7 and my best friend told the bus driver that i wiped it on the seat so he turned the intercom on and said Gabby stop picking your nose!

I used to believe that whenever i picked my nose, i was picking out part of my brain..my brother convinced me i was right..that's what got me to stop when i was a kid...
haha..now i see how bizzarre i am..

when i was little i used to pick my nose and eat my boogers ( i know... gross). One day my mom, aunt, and grandparents, and I went boating. I starting picking my nose and eating my boogers, my aunt caught me and told me that if i kept eating my boogers, worms would grow in my stomach! That definetly got me to stop eating my boogers....