Are you afraid of Friday the 13th? If so, you have triskaidekaphobia. I grew up in what I’d call a mildly superstitious household. I don’t ever remember a big deal being made out of Friday the 13th though, until the movie came out.
While I am intrigued by numbers and patterns (for instance, one hourly employee’s check, after taxes and deductions, came out to an even dollar amount today), I’m not superstitious about them. I don’t really have a lucky number, although I started requesting jerseys with a number ending in a 4 fairly early in my athletics experience. That happened for two reasons; my first two very randomly assigned numbers were 4 & 14, and someone pointed out that my nickname has 4 letters and asked if 4 was my lucky number. Ummmm… it is now?
I’d like to tell you that despite all the Irish & Scot blood in my family tree, I don’t buy into folk lore and superstitions, but that would be a stretch. I still flash back to Nana’s panic when I mentioned I loved yellow roses, and while I have refused roses I was given at least once, it wasn’t because of the color. (Hem. No, you may NOT ask.)
I’d also like to tell you that I don’t pick up my feet and touch glass when I cross a state line, but I do when I’m paying attention, even if I’m driving. (That’s why they invented cruise control, right?!)
I don’t walk under ladders, but that’s more a safety issue than a superstition.
I’ve owned a mostly black cat, so I don’t get that one.
Do you consider yourself superstitious??