Superstition

I wouldn't say that I'm overly superstitious, but being brought up in a culture that still practices shamanism to a certain extent, "modern" that it may be, and believes with religious zeal in the power of religious rituals, some of that has got to rub off on me, try as I may to disassociate myself from all those elements .....

But Friday the 13th is a Western superstition, isn't it? .... Anyways, have always been rather fascinated with tales of the supernatural & the unexplained, which is why I watched X-Files religiously until the end of Season 2, 'coz when they got into all that alien conspiracy stuff, I just lost interest in it .....

Alright, I have an interesting tale to recount about Friday the 13th ...... It happened while I was in Lower Secondary ...... We had monthly tests on all the subjects, right .... So there was this time when we had our monthly test on Maths ..... Now, I dislike Maths, always have, always will ..... actually, it's all just pure hard work, I realize that, but all that simple divisions just hurt my brain ..... My brain is meant to write, not count .....

Alrite, so we had our monthly test on Maths, and on the night before we got our result, I had this very vivid dream .... Everything was so real ..... I remember seeing the classroom as it supposed to look like, and there was my Maths teacher looking exactly the way he's supposed to look like, and when he handed me my paper, I could see my mark in huge red ink .... And then I woke up, and discovered to my embarrassment that I had wet the mattress ..... omigod, I have just made a public announcement that I wet my bed when I was fourteen ....

My mom told me off and said I should wash my feet before going to bed 'coz that's supposed to ward off all those bad dreams .... Okay, tell me again how am I not supposed to be superstitious? 'Coz you know what, I still do that until now ...... Anyway, the next day, I went to school as usual, and as it turned out, we did get back our Maths papers that day ..... and I did fail .... and guess what day that was? .... I'm not kidding you ....

Actually, it's not so much the superstitious in me that I still remember that day up to this day ...... I think it's more because I have a cool tale to tell people, you know ..... Don't we all like to do that? To have something really cool to tell 'coz that experience is only unique to us and us alone .... I mean, how much more unique can a story about bed-wetting get? .... Hmm, yeah, so it's not a cool tale after all, what do the hell do you know? Go and suck a lemon ....

Anywayz, here's to Friday the 13th ...... Just a day in a year and nothing more ....... but after this, I'm still going to wash my feet before going to bed and go and knock on wood ...... Just think about it, if people are not inherently superstitious, then why do we still go on and talk about it? ........ Almost everybody I talked to today realized what day this was ....... If we're not superstitious, at least on some level, then why do we still recognize the significance of it all? ....... Do I make any sense at all? ...... My brain's really hurting right now, you know, trying to make sense to myself .......