Sometimes I step on cracks. I am not going to lie – I try to avoid them at all costs. If I am actually paying attention I do my best to avoid cracks although this only seems to be possible for like 3 steps before I am forced to either step on a crack, break my stride or fall flat on my face and lose my two front teeth. Somewhere, deep inside me though, every time something says : “You just broke your mothers back.”
I know that superstitions are stupid. I know that technically, if I sleep with my feet off the edge of the bed the Oolie Goolie monsters aren’t really going to slit my Achilles tendons (Thanks for that one, mom) but to this day I wrap the blanket under both feet if they are hanging off. I don’t understand the point of superstitions, chain letters, crazy rules, and the like. I know that in the past they were probably used to keep children in line, but this is 2011 and children can get all the information they need from the internet. Maybe in the future stupid superstitions will die off and we won’t have any more generations raised in constant fear, but until then there will always be a little part of me that says : “What if?”
Then I will walk 3 avenue blocks out of my way to avoid walking under a ladder.
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