TGIF or doesn’t that work today – Friday the 13th?
Most people treat Friday the 13th as any other day of the week and simply celebrate the fact that it’s about to be the weekend (raising my hand). Many others are slightly more anxious or are on high alert on Friday the 13th.
Do you have any Friday the 13th Fears?
It’s unclear as to why Friday the 13th first became associated with bad luck. Many think it relates to Christianity, because thirteen people attended the Last Supper and Jesus was crucified on a Friday. But there are several other theories about the origin of the superstition.
Not matter how or when it originated, my question today is, “Do You Have any Friday the 13th Fears?”
Yes or No?
Here are a few of my Friday the 13th fears – are any of these yours?
- Facebook Page gets hacked
- Getting stuck in Beach traffic
- Putting on bathing suit for the first time this season!
1 thought on “Do You Have any Friday the 13th Fears?”
Good morning and thanks for this nice article dear Del. Without presuming to know “too much” and lest they label me as a “snob”, I will dare to refresh our memories of why “this Friday the 13th business” came into being. This is a “superstition” that started in Europe in the Middle Ages because the populace had been deeply impressed by a terrible State-Church feud with bloody consequences. King Philip of France did not want to pay back all the monies he owed to the Order of the Templars for his warring campaigns to seize more territory; so he concocted a blatantly false claim of treason against them and their chief, Jacques de Morlay. All the Templar hierarchy was seized in a dawn raid on Friday, 13 October 1307 and burned at the stake.Before dying De Morlay uttered a terrible curse to the King of France: “Damn you…you will not have a successor.” It came out to be true. The King’s wife only got pregnant by her lover.
We are not afraid of number 13 and we gladly take that seat in trains, airlines, use it in our license plates, etc. Well, let me be honest… It just happens that in Italian-American families our mothers warn us of another bad-luck number: 17. I don’t want to keep bothering you with my blabber. Un baccione. Arrivederci.