Posted by: Kathy White | August 13, 2010

Friday the 13th: I Love It

I was born on the 13th — not a Friday, mind you, but I love the number 13. So what’s the issue here? Why the bad rap? Well, here’s what little history we have on it:

If you look on a calendar, any month’s 13th day will fall on a Friday if that particular month starts on a Sunday.

According to wiki, the fear of Friday the 13th is known as friggatriskaidekaphobia. The word comes from the word “frigga” meaning Friday and “triskaidekaphobia” meaning fear of number 13. How many of you have this kind of fear? The history of Friday the 13th is unknown as there is no written documents about the bad luck superstition that many believe it brings. However, one theory where its history originated is from two other superstitions – that 13 is an unlucky number and Friday is an unlucky day.

In numerology, 13 symbolizes the number of irregularity. Not sure what that means, but I’ll go with unpredictable. That’s why we don’t have 13th floors in our elevators. One superstition about the number 13 dates back in a Norse myth originating from the Last Supper in that having 13 people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners. Boy, that makes for an awkward dinner I guess. And then there were 12.

Moreover, the day of Friday is also considered as an unlucky day that’s why some of us have superstition not to travel on a Friday or begin new projects. The word “Black Friday” has been associated in history to several major stock market crashes aside from the well known Black Friday among Christians representing the death of Jesus Christ.

Research shows that the anxiety caused by people who believe on superstitions of Friday the 13th is the leading cause why incidents of accidents happen. The anxiety causes stress and most likely they get paranoid that something bad is going to happen. In other words, you brought this shit upon yourself.

Relax. Enjoy the day. Find a black cat and hug it. Walk under ladders — then do a happy dance. The 13 won’t hurt ya. I know. I was born on a 13 and I’m having a pretty good time in my life. I even wore 13 as my basketball number (until my coach ordered new uniforms and conveniently left off a 13 so I had to change to 23). But, anyway, nothing to see here. Move along. Have a great Friday the 13th.

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