Are you superstitious?
I am most decidedly not, though people who don’t know me well tend to think that I am even though I don’t do the whole salt over the shoulder thing or other such craziness. I do however double and triple check things, when I ride Lola Gold I have to ring the bell twice when I start out, and I talk to inanimate objects quite often. I have always found it strange that people confuse OCD with superstition. C’mon people, it’s an entirely different brand of loony. I don’t have a problem walking under ladders, nor do I knock on wood but I will wash my hands 50 or so times a day and jiggle the doorknob a few extra times even though I know it’s locked. Because I just fucking locked it!
Sigh.
I will never be on one of those reality shows tapping my nose against the window pain 7 times, pulling out my own hair or arranging things in my shopping basket a certain way in order to stave off a panic attack. This strikes even me as odd as I am normally such an all or nothing kinda gal. Yes, you read that correctly, I am surprised that I’m not specifically organizing my fridge condiments or omitting the letter R from my vocabulary. I don’t usually do things in such a half assed sort of way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for this, but am nonetheless, surprised.
My question is this; Are you superstitious? If so, are you compelled to be, or have you chosen to be?















