It’s A Hobby
by Brandon Mullan
I don’t hide the fact that I love to pick my nose. I always have, and honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is. Whenever I get out of a setting where I couldn’t pick my nose, I just go to town. I thoroughly clean that thing out. And you know what? I feel great afterwards. I can breathe better and it’s so refreshing to pull out one of those big booger blockers that’s been interfering with my nasal passage, not to mention how rewarding it is to finally “seize” one of those little guys that’s been “somewhat difficult.”
So what’s the big deal? Why does society deem this activity unacceptable if it’s fun, healthy, and rewarding?
My mom shed some light on this for me. She’d always yell, “quit picking your nose,” and I was always like, “why?” She retorted with, “cause your fingers may be dirty and you’re shoving them in your nose.” That’s when it hit me.
Those motherly words made so much sense. She was right, it probably is bad to shove your dirty fingers into one of your orifices.
So does society say it’s gross to pick your nose because you’re touching your slimy boogers or because your boogers touch your germed up fingers?
Regardless, now when I pick my nose, I wash my hands first.
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