I have bitten my nails ever since I can remember. It’s probably a nervous habit. You might not know it by interacting with me now, but I’m painfully shy, and am not a very confident person.
It’s strange, though. I bite my nails in situations that do not really warrant such behavior. I’ll be watching television, relaxed as can be, and I’ll be biting my nails. Most of the time, I don’t even realize I’m doing it. In fact, I don’t even notice that anything is wrong with my nails until I brush a bit of my hair out of my face and end up scratching it (my face, not my hair. I would not notice if I scratched my hair. Hair does not feel pain) because of how jagged my nails are.
Over the years, I have made attempts to stop myself, but none have worked. My most successful attempts have been painting my nails (something I do not do often) an obnoxious color. While the nail polish is on, I don’t bite my nails. I worry more about consuming the chemicals in the nail polish than I do the germs on my fingers; however, once the polish starts to flake, I’m back at square one. I have found it impossible to develop the anti-habit.
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