One for sorrow, two for joy…

For everyone who hasn’t noticed it yet: it’s Friday the 13th! Mhuahaha! This day is famous for bad and unlucky things to happen. I am superstitious and I am very interested in superstitions but I cannot remember that I was ever more unlucky on a Friday 13th than on any other day in the year. The number 13 is supposed to be unlucky because there were 13 people attending the Last Supper and Jesus was crucified on a Friday… okay, for me as a non-religious person this does not make any sense. Does that mean that because of Jesus people suffer from bad luck on every Friday the 13th? I don’t think so.

There are lots of more interesting superstitions. For example wedding rings. The ring is a symbol for unity and eternity since it has no beginning and no end. I like this tradition about married people wearing rings. Nowadays there may be more and more people who don’t wear them because they want to be modern or because of their job. I know my father hardly ever wore his wedding ring. He worked with metal and huge machines and it was a pretty dirty job, too, meaning dirt not illegal stuff. So apart from the different sizes of the rings it is very easy to say which ring belonged to my mum and which to my dad, for his one is obviously still as good as new. I will definitely wear my wedding ring, if I ever marry (I do want to marry but lack my second half… Hello? Second Half? Anyone?)

For some time back in grammar school I used to believe that magpies bring ill luck. It says:

“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told”

and also: “One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding and four for death.”

These are verses I took from “Black Cats and April Fools” by Harry Oliver. It is a great and very funny book which I bought in London in 2008. But since I live in my residence hall I could not count magpies anymore. There are flocks of them. I can never look out of the window without seeing two or three of them sometimes more. Superstitions are often only superstitions. Nevertheless I love reading about them. I collect books about the topic and it is fascinating how humans tried to explain their world in former times and how they thought they could take their fate /luck into their own hands.

I, as a known rabbit-lover, like of course the belief that rabbits and especially white ones bring luck. Did you hear that Bingley (my male mixed breed rabbit: a white Angora-Lionhead with lop ears; he is not the one in the picture though)? He is sleeping under my desk right now. He loves that place between my bin and the desk while my little Nelly prefers to nap under my wicker chair. ^^ I try to remember to say “White rabbits” three times on every first day of the month. This allegedly is good against evil spirits (or bad luck in general). Mostly I forget it though, you have to say it right after you wake up. And a “What? Is it already this late…?!  white rabbits, white rabbits, white rabbits” does not count.

Sometimes I think it is a sad thing that hardly anyone knows about superstitions anymore. For me it is a hobby and my mum reminds me often that: what I suppose is common knowledge does not neccessarily be common knowledge for everyone. Yeah mum, I know. But when I see someone putting new shoes on a table I instinctively freak out and people just think me insane when I try to explain why you should not do this… I am weird… I know… So I just hope that this Friday the 13th won’t bring any bad luck for the people that fight against the floods in Germany and Poland. I cross my fingers for you!

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