I have tried just about everything to break it, including applying this vile concoction that you paint on your nails to make them taste incredibly bad (and they did, but it didn't stop me). Usually I did it while stressed, that is, while studying, or, more recently, at work if I'm facing a deadline.
The point is that I seriously can't remember the last time I actually had "fingernails." Or long ones. Ones that protruded far enough so that when you drum your fingertips, you're rewarded with the crisp "ta-ta-ta-tap" of hard surface against hard surface. It's always been a somewhat despondent "thu-thu-thu-thud" for me and my fleshy nubs.
Through some glitch in the universe, somehow I decided a couple weeks ago, "no more!" as I have several dozen times in the past. But unlike my past efforts, I haven't bitten, picked, or torn a single nail since the beginning of the year.
ANYWAY. The upshot of this already overlong anecdote is that I was outside earlier tonight shoveling a bunch of compost into my trash can for pickup day tomorrow, kinda gettin dirty and muddy while doing it, you know because it's been raining in my city for about the last 187 days, and you know what?
I have got CRUD under my fingernails now! This being the first time in my adult memory that I've had this experience, it is seriously grossing me out! I am, in fact, quite alarmed by the degree to which this is grossing me out. It's almost comical. Almost.
I mean, just EW.