Long story short, I got my nose pierced over a week ago due to various reasons. I wasn’t too thrilled, but I went along with it anyway. I thought I’d hate it, but turns out it’s ok. The only thing bothering me now is that I have a SCAB in the inside of my nostril. Yes, a SCAB. And the thing with me and scabs is that we love bothering each other. I freaking love picking at scabs. I don’t fall and hurt myself like I used to as a child, so scabs are a welcome sight. I will tell myself not to pick at it, and try oh so very hard, but IT’S JUST SO MUCH FUN TO MESS WITH. But now that it’s in my freaking nostril, I can’t. Decorum and propriety prevents me from reaching it. I only wish now that I could go around with my finger up my nose. ‘Oh, it’s not a booger, it’s a scab!’ I’d explain. Yeah, that’d go down well.