Biting my Nails, or Lack Thereof

Remember how I used to bite my nails? Well, I'm pleased to inform you that I gave it up.

I've become a bona-fide-emery-board-using female.

I might have also become a little obsessive about the frequency of nail filing because I still can't handle having nails that are even remotely close to anything like long.

This maybe still classifies on the obsessive compulsive spectrum, but I feel somehow better about it?

That is all.

Nail Biting

So, I'm going to admit something embarrassing here.

I bite my nails.

I know, embarrassing, right?

The other day, I was reading about compulsions, and I learned that nail biting is actually classified as a diagnosis in the DSM-IV. It's an impulse control disorder along the obsessive compulsive spectrum. Obsessive compulsive spectrum? Puh-lease. I doubt that.

It's totally normal that I only use white plastic hangers in my closet, and that I always double check my car door to make sure that it really is locked, and that I sometimes run back into the house to make sure the oven is off and my straightener is unplugged.

Totally normal.