Superstition

Was going to bed but then I saw I had 13 posts done on the 13th. Don't like that number. How I feel about superstition can be best described by paraphrasing John Steinbeck. I think it was in either Cannery Row or Tortilla Flat (Underrated and heart warming) where he said the people of _____ didn't believe they would get bad luck by walking under ladders or stepping on cracks in the pavement. It was, of course, silly superstition but you could be sure none of the residents would risk it.

That's it, I don't believe in superstition but I wouldn't like to chance it just in case. That's why I always salute a single magpie and feel good when I see more than one. Most people say you need to salute/blow a kiss at/ wave at the first one you see a day but I do it to every lone one. Not wanting to look weird on the street sometimes I pretend I'm just scratching my head then flick my hand out.

Oddly enough I actually like stepping on cracks in the pavement. Far from avoiding them I will go out of my way to step on them. I like the way it feels. As I walk along I will try to get the front part of my foot to touch a crack, then the other front of the foot, then the middle of both, then the heels and finally the middle again. I do the middle again because otherwise it would add up to six and I don't like that number. This usually takes a couple of goes.

Am I on my own here?

Or when I'm in a car driving down the road I will try to twitch a bicep in between the different telephone poles. I will try to create some kind of a pattern. This has nothing to do with luck, probably some form of OCD but hey want you going to do. Tap your foot three times, tap your foot three times, tap your foot times...