Arrrgh!!!

Are you superstitious? I guess I should have been. The first time I was married, it was June 13. I should have worried more about the fact that my anniversary would occasionally fall on Friday the thirteenth. We lasted just 11 years, which was really amazing.

As I'm typing this, my cat, Edward Scissorhands is laying beside one of my arms. He's a black cat.....or mostly black. There's just a spritz of white at his tummy. He's not my familiar......but he's just a little too familiar as I type. He wants my full attention, and resents the time I'm giving you.

I don't tend to walk under ladders because it's safer to go around. I generally avoid cracks in the sidewalk, but that's because I'm a spaz and could fall, not because I'm worried about my Mother's back. If I wanted to whistle in a graveyard.....I would.

Do you think that we should take superstitions more seriously, or are they the product of a less educated era? I find that a lot of the information which comes to us as old wives tales or herbal lore, has basis in observable information. Alert, questioning people make correlations to make sense of the world around them. Where things couldn't be explained, they became lore, to be passed on from generation to generation.

I dont tend to be superstitious, but during my lifetime I've made some changes in what I've thought, and in the right situation, I could change my opinion on this. Do you have any proof to make me reconsider my stance??