Last night, I had to take the clippers to the fingernails, as I had let things go during the current no-end-in-sight siege of snow and rain.
I suddenly remembered something.
As a child and teenager, I was chronic nail-biter.
As my mother and an older brother had been, disfiguring their fingernails.
It would get really bad.
But somewhere along the line, the habit evaporated, without my even noticing it had gone away.
I plumbed my memory, but still have no idea exactly, or about, when it was that I quit; only that it happened some time before I took off for the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all in the early 1990s.
Anyone else here use to chew, but now doesn't?