Friday the 13th. What's up with that? In this modern age of technology and yummy varieties of dark chocolate, why do we hang onto such an ancient superstition?
I think we like to scare ourselves. I do. I think we like drama and mystery and being able to say, Hey, it was Friday the 13th and I was scaling the side of a building and fell 500 stories! Oh, bad, bad Friday the 13th.
In my case, I got engaged on Friday the 13th. It was February 13th, as a matter of fact (1987). Oh, no, it apparently couldn't wait till the next day. Valentine's Day -- a day of romance and love and huggy-kissy stuff.
I was asked and accepted on Friday the 13th. And you know what? It kind of set the tone for a pretty amazing relationship. Some bad stuff, but mostly good. Mostly wonderful.
And WHY do you supposed that is? Maybe because Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility...and 13 follows the number 12 which generally denotes completeness. So maybe 13 transends completeness?
At the end of the day, even Friday the 13th, aren't most days all about what we make of them?