I liked picking my nose
I was lowkey addicted to picking in my nose
I be like drilling my finger in there as deep as I could and then start twisting it til my wrist reaches maximum flexibility and then I reverse and rotate in the opposite direction to feel every nerve again with the back of my finger and once that’s also done I curl it up and engage my nail that I saved up to scrap everything out of my nasal wall
And then I would do it on the other side to even it out
there are not many things in the world that would give me the same satisfaction
as knowing I’ve got something and my finger’s carrying it on its way out of my nose
sometimes the work to reward ratio could be very disproportionate
but that shit built my resilience as a kid
Speaking of
I used to catch the flu
and my nose would get jammed
so I did my technique and something came out
Something was huge, viscous, malleable, like Play-Doh, not sponsored
I pinched and pulled and made a little guy before it melted
Grandma told me her father was a miner
and my little sculpture reminded her of him
Then I put it in my mouth
I miss those days
now from time to time I would still pick my nose
just to feel something
though it doesn’t feel the same anymore