Short post about a disgusting habit I have. Just so you know what I’m really like.
I pick my nose frequently. OK, so everyone (sans Eunice Chu) picks their nose. But what I also do more frequently is pick the outside of my nose. I dunno how to explain it. I guess it’s that stuff that Biore gets out. If you rub, scratch, and squeeze the right way, you can get it out yourself. But it’s a lot of work. So I do it all the time. And like I said, it’s disgusting.
Anyway, I do it at work a lot. Just, my cube is positioned so I have a good degree of privacy. I have this little mirror ball thingy that attaches to the corner of my monitor so I can see who’s behind me (entering my cube) but I’m not always aware. I’m pretty sure I’ve been busted before. Not sure if they saw me in the act, but I’d have done it for a while so I’d turn around with a nose as red as Rudolph. Busted. I was just reminded of this because I think I got busted today. I was working pretty hard at it then all of a sudden someone behind me clears their throat. Busted. But that’s the risk you take when you insist on doing disgusting things in public.
Pretty rank huh? You don’t know the half of it. I’m seriously a vile human being. One more disgusting habit I have. After I wipe, I smell it. I have no idea why. It’s disgusting and I hate the way it smells. But it’s something I do. I can’t explain it.
Side note. My crap started smelling worse when I got to Stanford. I’m not sure why. My theory was because I wasn’t eating any white rice. But no clue how true that is. Another thing I’ve wondered was, so they say the reason why different races smell “different” (read: worse) than others is because of diet. But then, at college, I dunno, we were all eating the same dorm food but I know for a fact some of the people I knew smelled much worse under the same conditions than others. I dunno, just something I thought about.
Anyway, I have no idea why I talk about disgusting habits and bathroom behavior so much either, but I guess I do. Here’s an exact quote from Linnea: “Every time I use the bathroom I think of you.” I guess it’s nice to be remembered for something.