Gag Me

I was walking around World Market perusing the curtain selections when a 30 something year old women walked by.  I had to take a double take because I thought it looked like she was sucking her thumb.   On the double take, I realized that I was correct; this lady was sucking her thumb.  I jaw dropped stared as she walked by and then I heard the suckling sound as she removed it from her mouth.  Gag me, literally gag me.  I continued to shop around but I had the hardest time trying to wipe the disgusted look off my face. 

This made me start to wonder why I ever stopped sucking my thumb.  It was one of the hardest things I had to give up as a seven year old.  Sure, had I not stopped I may have buck teeth and a permanent callus on the top of my thumb from my tongue.  However, I would also still have that security back that sucking my thumb gave me.  Anxiety would be gone because I could calm myself by rubbing my nose with my finger.  No matter where I went I would always have it with me, readily available at my disposal.  How many gag me looks would I get out and about shopping with my thumb in my mouth and more importantly would I care?   It also makes me wonder that if I would have continued sucking my thumb if I would still be a bed wetter as well.