Guys pick their nose.
I developed good hygiene early in life. Everything that was horrid and disgusting for adults was the same with me – I wouldn’t touch it or if I did, I had to wear something to protect my hands with.
This is the reason why I’m just like any other guy:
I was watching Cinderella on video when the inside of my nose started to itch. Being a hypochondriac, I didn’t want to just scratch my nose, so I went to the bathroom and rolled a considerable amount of tissue paper.
After sometime, I was back in front of the TV; I had with me “jacket” for my index finger, with the tissue paper as the “jacket”. I then jammed my covered index finger inside my nose and started to scratch.
I scratched really hard.
After the scratching, I decided to pick my nose, and being OC regarding cleanliness, I decided that the deepest portions of my nose hole should be clean. I made another “jacket” for my index finger and started cleaning/picking my nose.
If I knew how to cuss when I was young, I would have let out a very “malutong na mura” from my mouth when I saw that my finger’s jacket was missing after a round of nose picking.
A thorough search for the piece of tissue paper was made; I jammed my “naked” finger inside my nose and tried to feel where the paper was, but lo and behold, the tissue paper was gone.
A blur passed me as my Lola and cousin came rushing to my aide after they heard my shouts for help. They tried to get the foreign object out my nose by pushing and shoving their fingers inside my nose hole. An uncle of mine made things worse by saying, “Baka nasa loob na ng ulo mo yan.”
Hysteria inside a glass marble: I shrieked in horror.
And then, someone told me to blow my nose.
I blew my nose with all might. And there it was. A lump of tissue paper covered in mucus. Everything faded.
I watched my home video again.
My lola, being worrisome, checked up on me to ask if I wanted anything. She saw me picking my nose – again. She was about to reprimand me for being hard-headed but decided against it when I showed her that I was picking my nose with my BARE finger.
Filed under: experiential
