The Perfect Booger
In normal social interactions, people will tend to deny that they pick their noses. I genuinely believe that EVERYONE picks their nose, even in adulthood.
Picking of one's nose is so essential to living, yet the act is deemed as heinous by the norms of society. I say, let's break this shit!
I pick my nose. Though, not in public and not in front of my friends, but I do pick my nose on a regular basis. Sometimes with a tissue, sometimes with bare digit. In the morning after so many hours of branchial activity, you're bound to collect some tough-to-nudge boogies. At times, I find myself being awoken by the difficulty of breathing because it's so clogged!
There are so many different types of boogers: wet, runny ones (most often referred to as snot); thin strips; dirt clumps (green and/or black), flaky ones; and plenty of other categorical boogers that I've yet to coin. I strongly believe that everyone should dig for gold and discover their perfect boogers.
Mine came to me on a fine Saturday morning, when I was angrily disturbed from my sleepy soma by the blockage in my right nostril. With my trusted tool of choice in times of dire needs, I reached in with my right index finger and began fishing for the culprit. To my dismay, the booger was an atypical one. Magnificent to say the least! On the cusp of finger sat an oval-shaped, green dirt clump that was retrieved with a slurpy-glue-like, mirky green, wet one that followed with great attachment. That, my friends, was a booger eclair dubbed as Thuy's perfect booger. I bet you'd never look at an eclair the same again. I apologize.
Love to hear about your version of the perfect booger.
Amicably no one's,
Thuy
