Friday the 13th…. The mere words send shivers up and down the spine of even the most well adjusted individuals … pending DOOOOOM! But not me (of course, I have never ever claimed to be well or adjusted)..Since early childhood I have found that the day of Friday the 13th seemed to be always one of my luckiest days of the week, month and year… if there were more than one Friday the 13th’s in a year calendar…all the better for me. Now that is not to say I am without my superstitions …OH LORDY, I got enough for several people….but the actual day of the 13th and Friday never bothered me…in fact I would go out in search of ‘good’ things to happen.
In school let’s face it…when you are a kid…Friday is a GREAT day…precedes Saturday and that means no school!!! So any Friday was all right in my book. Black Cats…people would run away….as a child it passing in front of me I would think to myself he is trying to tell me something or he likes me…. Ladders, how could it possibly be unlucky to walk under a ladder securely laying against a wall…unless of course there is a ‘painter’ attached somehow and you are wearing a new hat…but then that’s just plain laughing in the face of the devil. Broken mirror meant “I am gonna catch hell for this from Mom…”I DIDN’T DO IT….MY IMAGINARY FRIEND DID”…(yeah yeah, that’s it Imaginary Friend…by the by, that is when I started to officially ‘see’ them) ..
My family never freaked at the 13th …so I guess that is why I didn’t… but as I mentioned we do have our little foibles … and those I did inherit from my family…
My goodness you should have seen us as dinner time…sitting around the table..if someone spilled salt you would have thought cousin Jimmy’s head was on fire..”QUICK…pour it over your shoulder POUR IT OVER YOUR LEFT SHOULDER”….say a few words, turn three times… kiss the ring of the person to your left (I jest about this) …you should have seen Richard (who is the most unsuperstitious person I have ever know) at the first family dinner and one of our first dates… he spilled salt AND Pepper (very nervous…bless his heart)… and flipped his spoon over… Good Lord… you would have thought the world was ending…with all the commands of what to do from family members , poor baby was sweating and hyperventilating … I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment… “Holy Crap…I am hooked up with Eccentric Gypsies…if a chicken head rolls onto the table…I am outta here” but alas, he made it through the dinner …and 34 more years of Family Feasts….who knew that he had a thing for Gypsies after all!!
So I do throw salt over my left shoulder, am ugly for a week when pepper tips over, if I feel I am being ‘bugged’ by something not of this world…I put a pair of open scissors next to my bed on the night stand…
I knock wood with the best of em, I whistle walking by a graveyard (and then go in and say Howdy) … and never ever put ‘New’ Shoes on a table.
And probably do 100 other little silly things that I am not even aware of anymore…I know in my heart these are all just little ‘habits’ formed in childhood , carried on into my adulthood … but I like to think of them as little eccentricities that have made me who I am today… NUTS and INSECURE!! No, seriously…I think our little habits and superstitions make us all unique and unbelievably Interesting as human beings…I say embrace them, nurture them…and pass them on….why let the future generations go Scot free .