I consider myself a rational person. One who relies on logic and reason to come to conclusions about all manner of things. Just the other night I was asked if I believe in destiny, and I didn’t have to think about it long before answering no. (I do, however, believe in karma.) I believe most things in our life are the result of our actions, end of story.
I used to kiss the roof of my car when I went through a yellow light, wear the same clothes if my sports team won, and go through the same ritual before a big test, but I forced myself to stop because deep down I know it doesn’t matter.
That said, I HATE Friday the 13th.
I can’t remember anything truly bad happening since high school (knock on wood) but it was so traumatizing I’ve gone through the rest of my life dreading this day. The worst is when it falls in February and I spend the next 28 days anticipating what’s surely coming my way in March.
This year I’m going to do my best to foil the F13 gods and think only GOOD things. Maybe I can conquer this superstition, too.
Do you have any superstitions, despite your best attempts to squash them? How do you feel about Friday the 13th?