I pick my scabs.
This is a gross unladylike habit.
I always thought that once I was an adult.
I would stop doing that.
I suffer from chronic-scabpickulitus.
And you know you know what?
What childhood oddities did you bring along with
you to your adulthood? I would love to know. Here
are a few other of my signature child to adult idiosyncrasies:
1. the previously mentioned scab picking
2. every time I eat a bagel, I take a bite of each
quarter, separating them, forming a bagel line. I eat the worst
quarter bagel first, and then end with the last BEST delicious
bite at the end.
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