But I am here to reassure you that only good things happen on Friday the Thirteenth.
I was born on a Friday The Thirteenth.
So basically, it should be revered as a day that brings good luck and much happiness to the world.
Fine, not convinced?
I did some meandering around the internet and some crappy stuff has happened on Fridays that are matched with the number 13.
The Aztec Empire came to an end, the guy that went on to establish the Ku Klux Klan was born, a huge cyclone wiped out a lot of people in India in 1970 but overall, the fact that nearly every list that tells you bad things happen on Friday The Thirteenth includes the birth of the Olsen twins means that people are really hard pressed to find reasons why people are so superstitious.
Truth is, it was probably a novelist that got us all fired up about it, and most probably in the 1800s. So the superstition is one outcome of teaching people to read that perhaps backfired on society a little.
And I do feel for people that have a genuine fear of the day and date because they're going to need that learning to explain their condition to people - Friggatriskaidekaphobia. If they have that fear and a fear of long words - Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia - I suggest they don't read today's blog.
In the meantime for those of you not partaking in wild celebrations and the building of shrines having learnt that I was born on a Friday The Thirteenth, here's what to avoid.
1. Black cats crossing your path
2. Walking under ladders
3. Breaking mirrors
4. Leaving fires burning
5. Finding a bat in your home.
Shit. We're screwed. (Yep, I did just amuse myself)
Enjoy the full moon people. Harooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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