Thursday, October 22, 2009

survival instincts


Ever since I was 4 or 5 years old I have been a notorious nail biter. I have tried every trick in the book, and every possible foul tasting nail varnish existing to man, with little success.
It has become such a habit that I'm seldom aware of doing it, contrary to popular belief I don't chew on my nails when I'm nervous, it actually happens mostly when I'm bored.

Only on one occasion have I refrained from biting my nails for an extended period of time. This happened when I was lambing for 3 weeks. There was just something fundamentally WRONG about putting my fingers in my mouth after having spent the major part of the day with my hands up a sheep vagina, getting covered in pee, poo, blood and various genital secretions.

Funnily enough I haven't been biting on my nails since my arrival in India. So somewhere very very deep down inside of me, there must live a smart person.

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