It's Friday the 13th!
Hurrah for irrational numerology and superstitious hokum peripherally connected with Christian Mythology.
Now, if you've ever read any of these you will probably guess that I don't really believe in the concept of luck. There's just stuff that happens. And so you will guess I don't believe in a day that is particularly unlucky... and you'd be right.
That's not to say that the concept of Friday the 13th doesn't throw up some interesting ideas. Firstly it's a great way of focusing your attention on the negative. How many more missed busses, stubbed toes and lost keys are obsessed over because it's 'typical' of the day. Anything you focus on instantly gains importance, as importance is essentially... well... 'focus'. Add that all together and you have a genuinely shitty day.
Also, Did you know that there is a small statistical spike in accidents on any given Friday the 13th? There are three possible reasons for this.
Firstly, it could be expectation confirmation. People who think they might fall off the ladder are more likely to fall off the ladder, and they fall off the ladder.
Secondly, it could be over caution. People who are worried about it being Friday the 13th might be paying so much attention that they essentially sabotage the automatic processes that normally carry them up and down the ladder safely, then they fall off the ladder.
Thirdly, They might just fall off the ladder. It might just be a massive coincidence.
I've had exceedingly bad Friday the 13th's in the past. Breaking up from a rather important relationship on one took some beating, but I still can't blame the day for that. There are many things I can blame, but not the day itself, mores the pity. I've tried.
Other than that it's just an excuse to roll your eyes at the person when you miss the lift and say something like 'Typical Friday the 13th'... you can start a conversation. Meet someone new, perhaps get in a relationship... but they might be crazy.. they might go full psychopath on a romantic trip to Camp Crystal lake and chop your arms and legs off whilst wearing a hockey mask...
...and why, because you met them on Friday the 13th.
Bad luck!
Hurrah for irrational numerology and superstitious hokum peripherally connected with Christian Mythology.
Now, if you've ever read any of these you will probably guess that I don't really believe in the concept of luck. There's just stuff that happens. And so you will guess I don't believe in a day that is particularly unlucky... and you'd be right.
That's not to say that the concept of Friday the 13th doesn't throw up some interesting ideas. Firstly it's a great way of focusing your attention on the negative. How many more missed busses, stubbed toes and lost keys are obsessed over because it's 'typical' of the day. Anything you focus on instantly gains importance, as importance is essentially... well... 'focus'. Add that all together and you have a genuinely shitty day.
Also, Did you know that there is a small statistical spike in accidents on any given Friday the 13th? There are three possible reasons for this.
Firstly, it could be expectation confirmation. People who think they might fall off the ladder are more likely to fall off the ladder, and they fall off the ladder.
Secondly, it could be over caution. People who are worried about it being Friday the 13th might be paying so much attention that they essentially sabotage the automatic processes that normally carry them up and down the ladder safely, then they fall off the ladder.
Thirdly, They might just fall off the ladder. It might just be a massive coincidence.
I've had exceedingly bad Friday the 13th's in the past. Breaking up from a rather important relationship on one took some beating, but I still can't blame the day for that. There are many things I can blame, but not the day itself, mores the pity. I've tried.
Other than that it's just an excuse to roll your eyes at the person when you miss the lift and say something like 'Typical Friday the 13th'... you can start a conversation. Meet someone new, perhaps get in a relationship... but they might be crazy.. they might go full psychopath on a romantic trip to Camp Crystal lake and chop your arms and legs off whilst wearing a hockey mask...
...and why, because you met them on Friday the 13th.
Bad luck!
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