picking my nose
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when I was a young girl a neighbor told my brother and I that if we picked our nose and ate the boogers, they would turn into worms in our stomach.
We were so scared we didn't do it again, and just picked our nose and got rid of the evidence any way we could. Well, our grandma could always tell if we'd been picking our noses, somehow, and would chastise us. We were probably just messy about it, but I was convinced she was psychic.
I use to believe that when i had a cold and i sniff it up, they would have to cut my forhead to drain out the snot.
I used to believe that if you pick your nose, that a evil, slimy, sharp-toothed snail would come and bite your finger off!!!
When I was little, I thought boogers bounced. So each night, when nobody could watch me, I would pick every last booger out of my nose. I stuck all the boogers together on my bedside table, trying to create a ball of boogers large enough to use as a bouncy ball. Unfortunately for me at the time, my sister kept throwing my booger balls away before they became a large enough size.
In junior school, kids used to say that 'bogeys' (ie snot or dried mucus) was actually peelings from your brain.i believed this til i started year 7-8
my friends dad told me if i pick my nose i will poke out my eyeball. My parents also had a friend who didn't have any fingernails and he would say, see what happens when you bite your nails. I believed them both.
I used to look down upon all the people that I caught picking their nose.
My mom recently had a garage sale and our old dining room chairs were up for sale. the undersides were coated with about 5 years of my boogers.
My mom can't sell those chairs.
I must apologize to everyone that i secretly chastised for picking their nose.
i mean it.
I'm sorry
perhaps now the chairs will sell.
My Brother used to tell me that when I picked my nose I was actually picking brains, and that I got dumber every time. . .yeah, I beleaved him.
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when I was eight years old, I developed pneumonia and was in hopsital for a week. My mum told me that I'd made myself ill by picking my nose and eating the bogeys. A little bit harsh of her, I think...
When I was younger my best friend's dad told me if you picked your nose and ate your boogers, they would turn into worms in your stomach.
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I believed that if I was in an air crash in the Arctic where there was nothing to eat I could survive by picking my nose, and so I refused to stop doing it.
My aunt told us that if we picked our nose, we would pull out the spring that held our eyeballs in. I believed it for the longest time.
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When I was 4, I met a crusty old man who sported half an index finger on one hand. Naturally I asked how he had lost half of that finger. He told me it was from picking his nose, that the boogers had eaten it right off. This sufficiently frightened me for years enough so that I couldn't even deal with my nose in any capacity, believing that it bore toxins similar to those contained in hydrochloric acid.
My mother thought "boogers" was a vulgar word, so she always called them "treasures" (as in "digging for treasures"). For years I believed this was the actual scientific name for them - and hence also thought that Captain Kangaroo lived in the Booger House!
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
I had two little friends who told my sister and I to eat boogers because they were salty.
My dad was a coal miner and when he used to catch me picking my nose he would say
"i'll swap you a black'un for a green 'un"
obviously due to his coal encrusted mucus
My mom told me that if I picked my nose, my finger would stay there someday!!
I used to belive that there was gold in my nose because pepole would always say that i was "diggin' for gold"!
I always thought if you ate your bugars you would get worms.
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