I heard a discussion on the radio about how superstitious people are. They listed the many foibles that some people have & it got me thinking about how silly superstitions were & that I was glad I had none 🙂
As if I’d walk around a ladder rather than under it?
As if I’d encourage any black cat that is walking by, to cross my path?
Can you imagine me throwing salt over my shoulder when I’ve spilt some?
Am I really more cautious when the date is 13th of the month?
Do I really go outside & smash a jam jar after two accidents so that I don’t have to wait for the third bad thing to happen?
No, that certainly isn’t the description of a sane, normal thinking woman! (OMG – now you’ve smashed that mirror the next 7 years are going to be hell!)
Do you have any superstitions or are you above all that, just like me?!
No I’m not superstitious – I have enough anxiety about things without creating more for myself. i do tend to avoid walking under ladders but only because I think I’m going to get a paint pot or something dropped on my head.
Someone gave me a ring once in the shape of a four leaf clover. The first time I wore it I nearly got hit by a milk float – the milkman had left the handbrake off whilst he was delivering the milk.
My friend’s Dad would never cross you on the stairs. And they had a black cat.
It’s a tricky one!! Who am I kidding I am totally wrapped up in all sorts of kooky madness. It’s a battle constantly between the rational and the irrational. It’s part of my insanity. But you know ladders – that’s not superstition that’s common sense. The cat’s – not really. Magpies – too much doffing and then I got over it when they started to take over the skies! 13th is a lucky number for me – not so great for Jesus – it’s unlucky because of the last supper. I have been known to break an egg or a matchstick if two things have broken beforehand. 😉
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I “touch wood” when I’m hoping for good fortune. Weird, isn’t it? Sometimes I touch wood and whistle too, just for good measure 🙂
No I’m not superstitious – I have enough anxiety about things without creating more for myself. i do tend to avoid walking under ladders but only because I think I’m going to get a paint pot or something dropped on my head.
Someone gave me a ring once in the shape of a four leaf clover. The first time I wore it I nearly got hit by a milk float – the milkman had left the handbrake off whilst he was delivering the milk.
My friend’s Dad would never cross you on the stairs. And they had a black cat.
It’s a tricky one!! Who am I kidding I am totally wrapped up in all sorts of kooky madness. It’s a battle constantly between the rational and the irrational. It’s part of my insanity. But you know ladders – that’s not superstition that’s common sense. The cat’s – not really. Magpies – too much doffing and then I got over it when they started to take over the skies! 13th is a lucky number for me – not so great for Jesus – it’s unlucky because of the last supper. I have been known to break an egg or a matchstick if two things have broken beforehand. 😉