Day One Hundred and Three: Superstitious

I am a superstitious girl.

Okay, so my boyfriend, my roommate and I are all pretty sure that our apartment is cursed. I know a lot of people don’t believe in curses, but honestly, look at everything that has happened to us since we moved in:

·          My boyfriend’s car broke down so we had to get a new one

·         My roommate’s credit card information got taken and all her money stolen

·         That brand new car, yeah a drunk bitch hit it with her car

·         That drunk bitch, had no insurance

·         My roommate lost her keys to her car and had to get new ones

And various other small problems like my dog getting sick and me being sick, in fact all of us at one point being sick all at the same time. It just seems like the whole world is kind of ganging up on us right now and in my mind the easiest thing is to blame our apartment.

Plus, creep alert, the guy who lived there before us moved out on Christmas Eve. Who does that?

People who live in cursed apartments.

So I’ve started looking into all the stuff that you’re supposed to do to keep evil spirits out of your home. We’ve had the housewarming, which in the Irish tradition is like a rebirthing for a home and should cleanse it of evil. Didn’t work. Now I’ve been hanging up God’s Eyes, dream catchers, cinnamon sticks and sticking pennies under doorframes. Pretty soon I’m going to invest in a feng shui book just to get the place back to normal.

To some people, believing in superstitions and curses and good luck charms are like believing in God: It’s fine if you do, but no one wants to hear about it. I, however, am Irish. We have a long history of investing ourselves in good luck charms and praying and breaking curses and stuff. It seems silly, but I swear I only got the scores I got on my Praxis and my MAT tests because I brought my good luck charms. True, I studied my ass off, but I think my mind and heart were calmed by those familiars I kept in my bag with me.

My religion tells me that I shouldn’t believe in totems and good luck charms because it’s akin to worshiping a false idol. Once again, I’m Irish and we subscribe to an older religion that Catholicism, it’s called gambling and we need all the luck we can get. The way I see it, a little help never hurts anyone. Besides, I still subscribe to all the silly Catholic good luck stuff too; I write over my mantle with blessed chalk at Christmas time, I tap the holy water, say the trinity when I turn left on a busy street and give pennies to St. Anthony when I lose things.

My superstitions seem silly to you, but they make me feel a lot better about my day.

Challenge to my Readers:

Everyone has some object they believe brings them good luck. Carry or wear it tomorrow and tell me that your day isn’t better.