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your finger has no business being up there

It's pretty exciting.

It's really bad actually, and I don't notice I'm doing it either.

I have been able to shift some bad habits through the power of the mind and sheer willpower, maybe nose picking is next up.

I reckon she's got sensors up my nose. She ain't going to stop me though.

I think people in the office have mentioned my nose picking to each other. I've heard a few cracks

Try not to do it at work, but sometimes I find it happening.

Like you, I've never seen the appeal of eating it.

as long as you're not gross about how you deal with the fallout

Have some decorum.

TOILET (quick pick, wipe under the sink)

BED (morning pick, just wipe it on the wall and emulsion it once every couple of years)

DESK (regular picks, wipe underneath, there's no real way of cleaning this after a good buildup, just buy another desk, or if it's at work swap it with an identical desk on a day no-one else is in)

My favourite is when you get one that you have to chase. You know it's there but it. just. won't. GOTCHA!

That and the ones with a snotty trail that comes from further back that you can reach.

One of life's small pleasures for me is a weird sort of pick/blow combo, where you loosely lodge your first finger (next to thumb) up your nostril mid-pick, press down on the outside of your other nostril, quick blow, massive snotball.

Frustratingly, this works with my left nostril but never, ever with my right. Confusing seeing as i'm right-handed.

And there was always some dirty fucker(s) who would wipe snot on the toilet wall, it was completely rank. It got so bad that a sign was put up saying, "Please do not pick your nose and wipe it on the walls."

I went in there the following day and someone had wiped a big green snotter on the sign. Minky fucking bastards.

thinking I might use a handkerchief

http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view/85644/neti-pot-o.gif

it was a bit gross

Basically the social norm is it's ok to do this in public with no self-consciousness. People do it on the bus, in the street, in class, opposite you in a railway carriage.

Worse than that, they do it slowly, always observe what they've picked like they're contemplating its existential qualities and then flick it on the floor, usually too close to someone else.

This is the country where it's ok to evacuate one's throat juice left, right and centre, including into my workmate's face while he rides past you on his bike.

All good diseases are spread by poor hygiene.