Superstitions

Growing up in hillbilly hell the mountains of Puerto Rico, I had the opportunity to witness many family members practice little quirks all in the name of bringing good luck, or at least avoiding bad luck. We all know the standards: horseshoe over the front door, no opening of umbrellas inside, no breaking mirrors…that kind of thing. It’s harmless, and can provide endless hours of entertainment sometimes, especially when you sneak in and turn the horseshoe upside down, and watch your aunt totally wig out to the point of trying to get a white witch to bless the house again.

Good times!!

Personally, I don’t have any major superstitions. I avoid walking under ladders because I have hit my forehead a few too many times doing so. I think black cats are beautiful. I like lavender not for luck, but because deer hate it and stay away. I have opened many umbrellas in the house, and as far as horseshoes go, they look rather pretty in decor, but not my style. Shamrocks are for the Irish, and the thought of carrying a rabbit’s foot in my pocket is rather revolting, mostly because I used to watch my uncle make keychains from the paws.

All that being said, I do have one tiny superstition. I don’t wear my team colors when the Aggies play. Every time I’ve done so, they have lost. So I guess I do have one, even though it’s rather weak.

What little superstitious quirks do y’all have?