Friday, September 13, 2013
Have a little friggatriskaidekaphobia?
That's the fear of this Friday the 13th.
As I've written before, I have found myself falling into routines involving sporting events, but that's about it. Black cats? Love 'em! Walking under ladders? No problem. Breaking mirrors? Done that a few times. The number 13? Doesn't really bother me, although I do think it looks funny on the back of an athlete.
Do I have fears? Of course I do. We all do. Do I want to ruminate on them this morning and share them with you? Of course not. You see, they might be irrational bothers, but in my mind just thinking about them can stress me out a bit. So, outta sight, outta mind.
Maybe, when I get myself worked up I just need to call Ghostbusters!
Got the number?
No worry. It's a Friday!