For a good picking you need just the right booger, and the correct booger depends largely on what kind of picking you are anticipating.I believe that the perfect picking happens without any forethought; it needs to be a spontaneous act born of habit and total personal self-absorption. I’ve found that my faux leather couch is the perfect venue for personal grooming, and Jeff Probst and Ty Pennington are the best companions for this sort of indulgence. They engage you in conversation while tactfully looking the other way.
And then there is the booger itself. I prefer that small dose of adhesive that lets the critter stick to your finger while being instantly flickable or able to be rubbed into oblivion, while leaving no visible residue.
I believe boogers are like emotions, especially as they relate to righteous anger and bitterness.
Injustice is a nose that demands a good picking.
Righteous anger is the good picking. It creeps up on you (and sometimes your friends) without any warning. It is inevitable under certain circumstances, and occasionally makes others uncomfortable. It is desperately needed in a world experiencing an acute shortage of the Justice Kleenex.
We have to be careful, though. When you engage the finger of action you never know quite what you’re going to get. Sometimes you get the dreaded jelly booger of bitterness. You yank and pull and stretch and then *whip-ptsh* out it comes.
Bitterness wraps itself around the pinky of our wills. It shames, and rather than pulling us towards action it causes withdrawal and disappointment. We crowd in on ourselves. The best we can hope for in these moments is that we’re in the car alone, and nobody will notice us trying to wipe it off under the seat. Good luck with that, friend.
Jesus told a proverb that relates. He said that you shouldn’t offer to pick your neighbor’s crusties when a jelly booger is hanging down into your mustache… or something like that.
