I’m A Scab Picker – I’ll Admit It

I injured myself a few weeks back while at a baseball game with the family and while I am feeling much better I still have one big giant scab on my knee that just will not go away.  I is probably because of the fact that I have this terrible habit of constantly picking at it.  I think that if it was not summer I would probably leave it alone.  In cooler weather I would be wearing pants instead of shorts, therefore the scab on the legs would not me easily accessable.  But every day I’ll be sitting at home in-front of the TV and without even realizing it I will find myself picking at my knee.  I don’t know why I pick, I just do.  Sometimes it hurts.  Sometimes it bleeds.  But I will, once I start, keep picking until it is completely off, only to start all over again the next day.  Overall in the grand scheme of things, picking scabs is not as bad of a habit as, say, serial killings, wife beating, or nose picking.  It’s just one of those weird little compulsions I have.

I seem to be writing a lot about my quirky little compulsions lately.  It is almost like I have a compulsion about compulsions. 

I better quit while I am ahead before I lose my 3 loyal readers.

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