I’m not one who believes in many superstitions. Firstly, I’ve had a black cat since I was three, and it would be harder to avoid cracks in the pavement than it would be just to walk over them most days.
It’s incredible how some superstitions really stick with people. I remember being on a first date, and we were walking while talking, and me being oblivious to my surroundings, carelessly walked through a road sign that towered over the pathway. My date opted to walk on the road to avoid it, saying, ‘you just walked straight through that, didn’t you?’ sounding like I just walked across flaming ashes. From that day, I realised that’s also a weird little quirk lots of people have. My point is those little superstitions fill up our day to day lives, and we’re so used to them that to function without it seems like you’re just asking for trouble.
I’ve always had one superstition that isn’t really rooted in anything mystical or ancient, but it’s one I hold for myself. It’s to hold off telling people about something I really want or something that I’m really anxious about. It’s a weird one because these things are seemingly something I should be happy to share with the people I care about the most. However, there’s something inside of me that stops me from going into many details. I want to avoid jinxing it or jeopardising my chances as if some little results demon will edit the verdict if he catches me talking about it. I wouldn’t be so stuck to this superstition if it didn’t work 99% of the time.
My friends all know that I’m looking for a job, and I’ve been pretty vocal about it for over a year. Always just trying to find the right one, getting to interviews but never making it any further. It’s been a struggle, and one of my friends have been there every step of the way. But this one job came up, and I felt really good about the first interview, then the second one, then the written assessment that before I knew it, I was in too deep, and I could see the finish line. To tell everyone at this point would be the same as shooting myself in the foot; who benefits from that? Well, I went and got the job, and it made telling my friends all that sweeter.
Superstitions are funny; it’s like saying ‘Bloody Mary’ three times into a mirror. You know the likeliness of a cloaked blood-soaked woman would appear in the reflection is very little, but would you risk it when you’re home alone?