Superstition Ain't The Way

I know someone who was born on Friday the 13th - and he always considers it to be a lucky day.

It's not that he expects great things to happen, necessarily. He just doesn't seem especially eager to inherit other people's superstitions.

I've never been a superstitious person, either. If 17 million people believe something - ANYTHING - I'm inclined to assume it's a farce or a sham, if not an actual stinking load.

In fact, I used to consider it a sign of intellectual laziness when I'd see people buying into superstitions, urban myths, conspiracy theories and the like. Lately, though, I've decided the problem is mine, not theirs: I'm simply unable to muster the energy that's required to maintain a belief system that would support a vibrant superstitious lifestyle.

(Isn't that just like a Libra?)