One of my earliest posts covered my belief that ham tastes like people and for that reason, I don't eat ham. Time and again the question I am asked immediately after my people/ham assertion is how I know what people taste like. Well, I'll tell you.
I chew my fingers. Now before you get started I know, it's a nasty habit. Painful, too but I gnaw on them when I'm nervous. So lately...lets just say I'm keeping Bandaid in business. My brother JIP has this same habit and we learned it from our mother. Now we're both aware enough that we've nipped it in the bud when we've seen our children do it but he and I still struggle. He carries bandages in his wallet so he can cover his fingers up before he destroys them. I'm not such a quick study.
For instance, several years ago I was talking to a friend but she was so fascinated/focused/disgusted by the state of my thumb, she couldn't follow what I was saying. To be fair, it did look heinous and it hurt like a bad dog but, you know, habits.
I've tried various deterants: Bandaids- they only made my fingers sticky and linty, socks on my paws-they got in the way, vigilant daughter-I just ignored her. So now I'm going to try piano lessons. Maybe knowing I have to use my finger tips will help me leave them alone.
It's worth a try, right?
1 comment:
Good luck with the piano lessons.
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