Am I superstitious? Ish…

Are you superstitious?

Am I superstitious? Ish…

I can’t remember where I heard this quote from:

Quote by Edmund Burke: “Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.”

Maybe English Lit.? When I heard it, it was translated a little differently: “Superstition is the religion of fools.”

As I have gotten older, I’ve learned that some superstitions are rooted in stopping you from doing things that will get you hurt or will hurt others. Don’t walk under that ladder! No umbrellas inside. Don’t step on a crack or you’ll fall and break your back.

As I did a little research for this, I found that okay maybe I’m more superstitious than I thought? You’re only supposed to pick up pennie’s if they’re on heads. Not me. I’m picking that baby up and always I sing this little ditty in my head: “See a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck.”

Breaking a wishbone is fun. When I knock on wood, I use my head instead. Sometimes, I can be as dense as wood.

“Bad luck comes in threes.” A personal life observation, this holds. Bad luck usually comes in waves. (At least in my life.)

“Careful with that mirror.” Yes, I’ve broken mirrors and I’m still standing. But I’ve swept up glass shards for weeks after. Ouch! 666, Yes, I avoid. And sometimes I cross my fingers.

Well Mr. Burke, I’m more superstitious than I thought.