I’m gonna guess that a lot people are probably going to write about luck today, since it’s Friday the 13th, but oh well. I’m tired and in a lot of pain, so I don’t have the energy to think of anything else. ^_^ Bear with me, dear reader, my back is spasming. It doesn’t lend itself to good writing, but I’m gonna give it the good ol’ college try.
I used to say, “If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” hahahaha! But I know that’s not true, and it never really was. I just like the way it sounded. I get my fair share of both good luck and bad luck most of the time. I’m not a completely superstitious person, but I do have my beliefs and superstitions. For more about that, if you want to find out just how superstitious I am, dear reader, you can read this blog post! And if you want to answer those questions yourself (please! I love it when people answer my questions…), they’re here. Yeah that was totally a shameless plug — and thank you to everyone who already answered them BTW, y’all are great. I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for asking questions, and a sucker for answering them. I like big, long, lists of questions. I’m weird that way.
Anyway distractions aside, I was talking about luck. I don’t believe that luck drives my life. I mean, I don’t believe in “bad days” and all that. I think that every single day has a mixture of good and bad things happening throughout. I think that people who are convinced that they have “bad days” don’t see any of the, you know, actual nice things occurring around them because they’re convinced that it’s an awful day and that nothing but bad luck is coming their way. And, sometimes that might be true, that their day has been filled with one horrific event after another, but honestly it’s been my experience that bad days are often self fulfilling prophecies. A person wakes up, maybe even in a good mood, then something not so great happens and bam! it’s a “bad day” and everything else that takes place after that is colored by the expectation of it being a “bad day”. Even when someone points out that it’s not all doom and gloom, they dismiss that with, “yeah but…” and that’s that. All that being said, I’ve fallen victim to having “bad days” myself — even though I don’t believe in them. I mean, I wonder if it’s wired into our brains or something? Spoiler, it is.
So, today is Friday the 13th, and it is considered in the Western world to be a day for bad luck to happen. For a longest time, dear reader, I also thought that today was an unlucky day, and I honestly didn’t really know why. I didn’t learn much of the history behind the date until I started studying superstitions as an adult. And of course even much of that is supposition. But even before I learned the history, I thought to myself, Self, there are roughly 7 billion people on this planet, and we are all alive and well on Friday the 13th. If Friday the 13th were truly a day that brings bad luck, then everyone on the planet would have a rotten day. And that just doesn’t happen. Some people will have a pretty awesome day today, despite it being the 13th of the month and a Friday. I mean, the numbers just don’t add up. It’s also why I don’t put much stock in horoscopes. I don’t even know how many people were born on my birthday, but they cannot all be like me. Hell, even my twin sister isn’t like me. It just doesn’t add up.
So yeah, luck is what we make of it I suppose. Sure, things happen when one doesn’t expect them to happen. And there are occurrences that totally cannot be explained by science or philosophy. But I don’t base my life on what kind of luck comes into my life. Good or bad. I mean, life tends to run along at a steady pace most of the time these moments of luck are just that — moments. I just let them happen and then move along, because as the saying goes, “… I’ll never live this moment again.” You know?