“When you believe in things you don’t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain’t the way…”
-Stevie Wonder

Friday the 13th. Are you freaked out? Any of you?

I’m not really a superstitious person. I mean, when the clock hits 11:11, I’m making a wish – but that has less to do with superstition and more to do with stupidity. I walk under ladders, black cats don’t freak me out any more than any other cat (I really hate cats), and a full length mirror fell and broke into a bunch of pieces last week, and despite my BFF telling me that it should freak me out, the only thing I was worried about was stepping on a shard of mirror that day – not the next seven years.

I worry about a lot of things in my life. Hell, I worry about a lot of things not in my life. When the news was full of fear-inducing stories about bird flu, I admit, that creeped me out. I worried a bit about it. Now, they have several dozen other things that are supposed to create fear in people (seriously, this upcoming election? That freaks me the hell out). 

I may not have control over everything that weighs my mind down, in fact, I don’t have control over most of it. Does it stop me from analyzing, then analyzing again? Of course not.

Which is why I find it odd that I’m not superstitious. I freak out about all kinds of things, even things outside of my control, you’d think that stuff would bug me too.