I'm a nail biter. Not only am I a nail biter, but I'm also a nail picker. I admit it. Some may think it's a nasty habit, but it doesn't bother me at all when I do it or when others do it. It's a habit I've had since - I assume - my fingers have been dexterous enough to do it. Many of my family members have attempted to break me of this habit to no avail. "They'll bleed," I've heard, "They'll get infected," "They'll start to be in-grown." None of these arguments have ever come to pass. My nails are fine and always have been, regardless of the way I 'trim' them.
We've scheduled engagement photos to be done this weekend (more on that in a future post), and since I know my hands will be a focal point in the shoot, I have been resisting shortening my nails. It has honestly not been a difficult task. I've done it before just to see if I could and it's pretty easy. It's not stopping the habit that bothers me. What bothers me is the length of my nails now. I hate it. It's the worst, and I don't know how any of you people deal with long nails. You're all crazy!
I can't type well now. Typing is slower and with every keystroke I end up hitting my nail instead of using my fingertip. There's the sensation in the shower when the water goes under my nail and hits the soft, sensitive fingertip underneath. It's frickin' weird. I constantly have to clean out dirt and food from under them. Whenever I have an itch, scratching it actually hurts! And my nails right now aren't even that long compared to what's popular among the ladies. Jeff and I plan to hit the rock gym next weekend, and just the thought of a nail accidentally scraping against the cement wall is enough to make me grind my teeth. Luckily the photo shoot is Saturday, and then I can go back to the bliss that is short, short fingernails.
Well, until the wedding that is...
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