Confessions from strangers #1:
When I was eight years old, I received the Guinness book of world records for Christmas. I vividly remember a picture of the guy with the world’s longest fingernails: he had these long, curling, writhing, cumbersome, spirals that extended from his fingertips. I thought to myself, “I’m still pretty young. If I start now, I might one day have the record.” I decided to clip all my nails except my right thumb, which I would attempt to grow exceedingly long (I figured growing all the nails would be too impractical).
I neglected cutting the nail on my right thumb past a couple nail-clipping cycles, then decided to just cut it off. It never grew very long at all, and I put that dream to rest… temporarily. Several years later and for no particular reason, I decided to keep my nail clippings in a plastic container to see how many I could accumulate (in an inspired flash of OCD, I considered cataloging and labeling them in ziploc baggies by date and right/left/hand/foot, but that never happened because of laziness). I did, however, manage to save every single one of my fingernail and toenail clippings for a good 2-3 years - approximately a half-cup of clippings.
That was probably ten years ago, now. It’s not something that I would ever normally think about, let alone tell anyone. In fact, I had pretty much forgotten about it completely… until today, when I came across my ten year old collection of every fingernail and toenail I had ever clipped for a period of 2-3 years.