We’re baaack…Not that we’re superstitious or anything, but what better day for us Chicks to return to our posts after all the holiday hoopla than Friday the Thirteenth? Because Lady Luck is always on our side…or is she?
I’m not a very superstitious person, but when I see a penny, do I pick it up? Of course I do—and not because I’m saving up for something nice, either. And when I spill salt, okay, maybe I toss a pinch over my shoulder juuuuuust in case, but I don’t really think any ill will befall me if I don’t. When a black cat crosses my path, I’m more likely to run after it with arms outstretched yelling “Kitty!” like a toddler. (In fact, black cats probably think it’s bad luck to cross my path.) However, my grandmother raised me on a complex set of beliefs that involved what happens when various body parts itch: If your nose itches, somebody’s coming. If your hand itches, you’re going to get money. I don’t remember all the rest, but every time I have an itch I wonder what’s going to happen next.
So it’s just my luck (and maybe somewhat telling) that I usually seem to find myself on the flip side of your garden-variety superstitions. I adopted a black cat on purpose (that’s her in the header pic) because no one wanted to take a chance. (Apparently black cats hang around longer in shelters.) Also, way back when, my skating partner and I unexpectedly won a big competition on Friday the 13th. I choose 13 when I’m playing the Lottery (haven’t won yet, though) and I’ll take all the street pennies, heads or tails, that I can get. But as a former New Yorker, I can tell you that walking under a ladder (or heck, under anything) is just plain misguided!
For me, superstition is a Stevie Wonder song. I don’t have them! I am not afraid of black cats. (I am allergic though.) I don’t freak out on Friday the 13th. (Mainly because I usually forget what day it is.) If I see a penny, I’m not picking it up. (Now if it was a twenty dollar bill…) Like I said, I don’t have superstitions. I do, however, have preferences. For instance, I prefer to not open an umbrella inside. Not because I’m superstitious but because it doesn’t rain inside. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) I also prefer to knock on wood and happen to think that death does indeed happen in threes. I tend to not encounter a lot of ladders but if I did, I definitely won’t be walking under them. Mainly because I can’t fit.
I don’t have a specific superstition I attribute to Friday the 13th, I just feel an impending sense of doom the entire day. My senses are heightened and I’m extra careful with everything I do, as if that will ward off any potential disasters. I feel a huge sense of relief when the day is over. I like to think of myself as a grounded, practical gal, but on Friday the 13th, I’m about as sensible as a caveman seeing an eclipse for the first time.
Readers, do you toss that salt over your shoulder–or just your Freedom fries? Share your favorite superstitions (or lack thereof) in the comments section below!
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