You know, I used to bite my nails.
Don’t remember a time when I didn’t.
Therapists told me that it was a form of self destruction.
I said the suicide attempts were more important signs of that.
I stopped biting my nails after Piper died.
For some reason, promising a cat that I’d stop biting my nails worked.
Aside from a rare pruning when I don’t have a kit nearby, every few months or so, I’ve stopped.
Of course, the cat’s death provoked the last suicide attempt, but the gun jammed.
Probably on a fingernail clipping, knowing how karma works.