I am not a superstitious person. I have never carried a rabbit’s foot or a “lucky charm.” I did once break a mirror (accidentally dropped it), and I do tend to open umbrellas inside (to verify that they work). I haven’t noticed any change in my fortune since doing either of those things. I do admit that I avoid walking under ladders, but this is more out of common sense rather than superstition. I don’t want something to fall on my head!
But I admit that I was slightly concerned when I opened my apartment door last night and saw a BLACK CAT standing in the hallway, an hour before Friday the 13th. Was I hallucinating? Where did this random cat that I’d never seen before come from? I was about to close my eyes and count to three when another apartment door opened and someone called the cat inside. Phew! This was not a supernatural cat, just an average house pet.
Of course I recognized my silliness, and I laughed at the fact that the first place my mind went upon seeing the cat was toward the supernatural. Growing up with movies and stories that talk about these superstitions, it’s easy to see how they could seep into the subconscious of even the most rational minds.