Lucky, I Guess

As today is Saturday the 14th, yesterday was Friday the 13th, which was when I was going to write this post. I didn’t, though, so it’s maybe not as timely, but oh well.

On Boxing Day, the conversation somehow turned to bad luck. Apparently, in addition to all the black cats and ladders, cutting your nails on a Friday is bad luck. (Whether biting your nails counts was unclear, but the logic provided at the time was that it probably does because it’s just cutting them with your teeth.)

There seems to be no end to the things that can cause bad luck. Beyond the legends passed down by older family members, there’s all the superstition provided from within. I’m terrible for that.

I’ve never been particularly fussed by good luck and bad luck traditions. I regularly ignore chain letters, walk under ladders, and just chuck spilled salt into the sink. I could waste my entire life living by the rules of bad luck. It could become an all-consuming passion, keeping me trapped by an endless list of things meant to be bad mojo.

So I can’t be bothered with all of that. I see it as something akin to religion. It just doesn’t make any sense to me, so fuck it.

Yet I get very superstitious about some things. You know those nutjobs who wear the same pair of underwear because their favourite sports team is having a winning streak and they conflate the two? Yeah, I kinda get like that.

Not in the underwear way, of course, but in that same mindset.

At the end of last year, I went through a ridiculous interview thing for a job I didn’t end up getting. The first interview went well, as did a few other things from around the same time, so I looked for a pattern. What emerged was the use of a certain shower gel and a toothbrush that I wanted to get rid of, despite being brand new, because I didn’t like the stiffness of the bristles. The second interview came, and I made sure to use the same shower gel and painful toothbrush. When the third interview came, I talked myself out of my superstition and used a different shower gel.

When I didn’t get the job, I thought in passing that it might have been different if I’d followed my routine.

I know it has nothing to do with any of it. I know that in a rational way. But day in, day out, I find myself doing little routines that somehow fit a luck pattern. Each day that I do X, something good happens, or nothing openly bad happens. Therefore, I keep doing X.

The thing about all of this is that it’s inevitable that the pattern will break. There will be a day where I don’t have a new bottle of soda water to take to whist. That day, as any other, there will be a 50-50 chance that I lose. If I don’t, I find some other thing that has carried over. If I do lose, it’s all down to the soda water.

I know I do this, but I keep it so quiet. I’m a smart, logical person. I don’t believe in god (that’s a whole other story!), and think religion is little more than codified superstitions, yet here I am, tying achievement to the most mundane things.

Maybe it’s some low-level OCD, the same thing that makes me knock the water out of my toothbrush exactly 5 times, every time. Or maybe it’s some natural inclination deep-coded in the human genome that wants me to have some religiosity. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s nothing.

No matter what causes it, I do it and am a bit ashamed of it. It’s a way of downplaying both accomplishment and failure, putting it on something outside of me. It’s not my failure, it’s that I wore different shoes.

I don’t consider myself a lucky person. I’m more likely the person who loses the £20 that somebody finds on the street. I don’t win the lottery, I’m never the 100th customer.

But I’m not exactly unlucky, either. At least as long as I do the same routine, say goodnight to the dog in the same way, and keep that 2p piece next to the computer.


As a postscript, I should also add that I’ve never been afraid of Friday the 13th, probably in no small part because my mom’s birthday was on January 13, so I always associate the 13th of months with her rather than any concerns about luck.

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One response to “Lucky, I Guess”

  1. Ivy says :

    I don’t think of it as religion, but rather as science–to conduct the experiment to see whether or not the toothbrush/shower gel really was the variable at play, you had to vary it. Consistency is key to rigorous science!

    (Or perhaps I am just a bit OCD myself and that is how I explain it away… 🙂

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