IT’S MY LIFE
TODAY is Friday the 13th. I googled it the other day only to discover the fear of it is a real thing called ‘friggatriskaidekaphobia’.
All over the world there are people fearful at the mere mention of today and others staying in bed to avoid it altogether.
As a child I was superstitious. Not only would I not walk under a ladder or had to throw salt over my shoulder if I spilled some, but I added a few of my own.
One, which literally tied me in knots, was the superstition that if I put my right sock on before my left I was increasing the chances of us getting an unannounced test in school. Unfortunately, these tests still happened, so I adjusted my superstition, believing if I put the right sock on while standing up I’d be test free.
This belief in superstition continued throughout childhood and while it was easy to avoid a ladder and spilling salt, magpies were the bane of my life.
Those birds were everywhere as I was growing up, sitting on walls all alone bringing me nothing but sorrow. Driving to swimming competitions through the Phoenix Park, which was a Mecca for them, my friend and I
I no longer believe Friday 13th to be an unlucky day, but a part of me wonders is there such a thing as a day which is destined to be unlucky?