Am I superstitious? When a black cat crosses my path I smile and give it a thumbs-up. Show me a ladder and I'll walk under it. 13 is my favorite number. I don't knock on wood. Speaking of, know where that comes from? I believe the Druids started it but it was the practice of knocking on trees to invoke spirits. Interesting.
This was probably mean, but I used to mess with people I knew were superstitious. It was only mean because of their superstition. When I was around them, cooking dinner or working in the crazy restaurant, I'd purposely spill some salt and pretend it was an accident. Man I guess I was an asshole.
They'd get quiet, with a worried look on their faces. I'd carry on doing what I was doing. You could feel the tension increasing. After a period of uncomfortable silence, for them anyway, they'd ask "Aren't you going to throw a pinch of salt over your shoulder?" "Not today" I'd reply. They'd walk away mystified and a bit frightened, and they wouldn't go near me for the rest of the day.
I thought it was great but they didn't like it at all. They thought I was crazy. I thought they were too superstitious. They literally thought that something was wrong with me. That's funny. For the record, every time I did that, nothing bad ever happened to me.
People are free to speculate on someone's mental state or level of education simply because of their beliefs, but it's not accurate. It's best to stay away from making blanket statements and having blanket thoughts. I may be a backward bumpkin but superstitious I ain't. I hope you have a nice day...knock on wood (lol).
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