Dead: The Serial Nail-biter.
I chewed/bit/fed on my calcium-laden fingernails since forever. I do not remember a day passing by without my sharp canines biting into the soft flesh of the overhanging skin on my fingers and the softly hard nails.
I used to hate a classmate of mine who would tell on me (for biting my nails, in class, like it's any of
her business) to the teacher. That was in primary school and this habit of course followed me through high school. I considered myself a hardcore nail-biter by then because by the end of the school day, my nails would be ravaged by my incessant biting.
I even contemplated of creating an underground NBA (
Nail-biters Anonymous) and had a few people to recruit - a close galpal, an ex-boyfriend, and numerous seniors. But that dream team never materialized because of the recurrent nightmares I had: They all turned into nail-biting zombies who would bite
my nails during a feeding frenzy during such meetings.
Shudders.
Oh well. That was the past but spending the past 18 years of my life biting my nails? It's quite incomprehensible now that I am a reformed nail-biter.
I'm bored now. Let me get my DIY-manicuring kit out now and buff my nails (now that I finally have decent ones).
Ta.
Labels: Discussion, Not about school
