Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Settle Down, Reya!
Are you superstitious? I am, always have been. Well, kind of. If I see a black cat when I'm out walking around, I will invariably say to her, "Don't cross my path! I mean it." But if the cat does anyway (they always do whatever they want) I don't turn and walk in the other direction. Classic superstitions don't mean much to me, however I have a lot of personal habits that revolve around this same concept.
For instance, I have "good luck" and "bad luck" clothing. Any time I wear certain pieces of clothing, I invariably have a bad day. Other items of clothing bring good luck, or at least I think they do. I wear four different perfumes, not all at once of course. Each fragrance brings a certain quality into my day - or so I think! My personal system of superstitions is like an ideosyncratic version of feng shui. Is that a superstition or not? You tell me.
All the usual superstitions have no impact on me. Walking under a ladder? No problem. Stepping on a crack in the sidewalk? Who cares? Rabbits' feet should stay on the animal, and horseshoes are just horseshoes, nothing else. So am I superstitious or not? I think I am.
Following the recent looting of my bank account, I notice that my tendency towards superstition is amplified, compared to "normal." I passed on a chain letter for abundance, something I never do, and I'm thinking about buying a lottery ticket at the new moon on the 18th. I've never bought a lottery ticket.
Clearly the bank account looting was more traumatic than I allowed myself to understand. It shook me up. Whew!!