Date: August 23rd, 2010
I'm a surprisingly superstitious person at times. I tend to think that things are supposed to happen and I don't want to carelessly mess that up by, you know, breaking a mirror or opening a fortune cookie improperly. I thought about this as I ate my Chinese food and tried to stop myself from looking at the fortune before I ate the cookie. It won't come true if you do that, you know.
As I finished a delicious meal, it struck me that believing, even in passing, that my fortune cookie fortune could come true no matter what I did is a superstition of its own. So, in an act of calculated defiance, I smashed the cookie inside the wrapper, read my fortune and went about my business. Then I went on a bit of a superstition spree. I opened up a step ladder at my house and walked under it, then undid an umbrella in my kitchen. I was going to break a mirror, but it struck me that in addition to superstition, there is a good reason for that rule. Mirrors are made of glass. I'm sure y'all can work out the rest of the logic.
Granting this entry is rather short, my main lesson came a few days later when all Hell didn't break loose in my life. I have officially trial-and-errored superstitions and found them lacking. Your welcome.
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