Lately I've been getting better about not biting my nails, something that has been a problem with me for nearly as long as I can remember. Now it mostly happens unconsciously when I am doing or thinking about something and not really paying close attention to the fact that my fingers are in or close to my mouth.
Generally I have been better about nail biting here in France than I was in Virginia and on the trip to Paris this past weekend Sharon and I both exchanged comments about how long our nails were getting. So after reading 70 or so pages of La nuit des princes charmants it came as a small surprise to note that practically all my fingertips were throbbing in pain and one was bleeding.
All those long weeks of being careful to keep my hands away from my mouth and to not bite my nails, all that time gone to waste. And now it still hurts a little to type this message now.
There's no real sense in chastising myself too much over this, so I am doing the only thing I really can: I am trying to hold onto the memory of the pain and use it as a lesson for the next time I catch myself nibbling on the corner of a nail in class or while reading. This is a good idea in theory, but pain is tricky - it exists vividly in the moment but once it's passed there only exists the memory of pain, a far cry from the actual pain itself.
But still, hopefully the memory will be enough to stop me next time...
Generally I have been better about nail biting here in France than I was in Virginia and on the trip to Paris this past weekend Sharon and I both exchanged comments about how long our nails were getting. So after reading 70 or so pages of La nuit des princes charmants it came as a small surprise to note that practically all my fingertips were throbbing in pain and one was bleeding.
All those long weeks of being careful to keep my hands away from my mouth and to not bite my nails, all that time gone to waste. And now it still hurts a little to type this message now.
There's no real sense in chastising myself too much over this, so I am doing the only thing I really can: I am trying to hold onto the memory of the pain and use it as a lesson for the next time I catch myself nibbling on the corner of a nail in class or while reading. This is a good idea in theory, but pain is tricky - it exists vividly in the moment but once it's passed there only exists the memory of pain, a far cry from the actual pain itself.
But still, hopefully the memory will be enough to stop me next time...
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