We can wake ourselves up by increasing our oxygen level by breathing deeply. Or conversely, we can put ourselves to sleep with a kind of meditation of shallow breathing, and repeating silently the words to the rhythmic "in" and "out" like a mantra.
We broke apart and saw our faces and shirts were covered with blood, and we resembled victims from a horror movie. My nose continue to drip and I desperately crammed a napkin stained with buttered popcorn into one nostril.
To those people that made a comment about my nose, thank you. I'm not mad at you, in fact, I'm glad you said something. Because you forced me to face the mirror, think through it, and realize how silly I was being. I am proud of my nose. And you can't put to shame something I am proud of.
There are two kinds of people in this world. There are the folks who, upon seeing you, blurt, "What happened to your nose?" And there are those who, upon seeing you, WANT to blurt, "What happened to your nose?" but are far too polite. Or repressed.
If you catch a child with a finger up his nose, you probably discourage it. But could the "nasty" habit of nose-picking -- and eating it -- be more sanitary and even health-beneficial than we've been taught?