little bitty girl

You know whenever you see nature shows, you see monkeys tend to pick at each other, comb their fingers through each other's backs and pick stuff off whether it be dirt or lice? It always reminds me of my own family.

I am not sure who started the picking trend, definitely not the parents as none of them are pickers really. It's the second generation who are, siblings, cousins -- my oldest brother being the worst instigator.

I was recently reminded of this by one of my cousins in Asia who blogged about how she is such a picker and how she is reminded what a terrible picker Ken was.

Out of all the pickers, Ken is DEFINITELY the worst. Even now, whenever he's home, he looks me over to see whether I have any scabs he can pick at or he'll look for a pimple to pop. Luckily for me, I have fairly good skin but God help me if I fall asleep and happen to have a blackhead. There is nothing freakier that waking up and seeing Ken loom dangerously near my face with his pincer like fingers.

So here is my secret.

I am such a picker and I have this terrible need to pick (as I have mentioned before) that I am constantly looking to Stef to ease my pick cravings. The lucky thing for me is that he plays sports and tends to get scrapes just from the nature of his sport. My tendency to pick is so bad that he can actually use it as a bargaining tool; i.e I get to pick a tiny bit if I give him a 10 minute massage and so forth.

It's quite a terrible sickness and I am sure you're all quite grossed out now. If only Jo (picker cousin) and I could start a Pickers Anonymous online...