Melissa Etheridge could make me switch teams permanently if she’d write songs like this heart-wrenching ode for me. 😉 Although, arguably, her incredible songs have helped me to survive the past decade.
Happy Quirkyalone Day tomorrow!
Freaky Friday Five
February 13th, 2004, 1:15 PM by Goddess1. Are you superstitious?
Somewhat. But it seems to work for me. I don’t fall for old wives’ tales or anything like that, but I do believe in not tempting fate, whenever possible.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
My mom refuses to walk under anything hanging above her head. She’s paranoid that it will drop on her. God forbid she ends up in a sporting goods or toy aisle and sees inflatable swimming pools or bicycles or anything huge and rubbery, even if it’s 20 feet in the air. She has instant panic attacks and jets into oblivion. When we’re in the store, we have to try to spot these big items and avoid them at all costs (or drives far around them if they are outside). Once, in a Toys R Us, she looked up, saw a big stuffed snake, and I’m not kidding when I say she did a perfect split in midair and took off. I was lying on the floor spluttering and gasping for air, laughing at how cartoonish the moment was (it was like the Road Runner leaving the proverbial cloud of dust behind!).
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
It’s become a subconscious habit for me when I get in my car — I have to rub the crystal I have hanging from the rearview mirror. I’ve had it in the car since the day I bought it, and it’s a massive stress reliever for me, particularly as I am practically hyperventilating down the Brickyard 400 Beltway and other highways down here in which the minimum acceptable speed is 90 mph. I need all the good luck I can get!
The cute thing is that when I let my friend Paul drive my car, he always rubs the crystal before he gets going, too. 🙂
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
I believe in luck of all kinds. For instance, I wore a cream suit to interview for my last job and a brown suit to interview for this job. I will NEVER, EVER wear either of those outfits AGAIN for the BAD employment luck they seem to have brought me!
My favorite number is 3. I love to wear black when I need to feel successful or confident. If I don’t get my nails done before an event, I feel naked and ashamed of my hands. I suppose all of this is my way of asserting some power over my personal space to allow me to enter others’ spaces and hold my own.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
As a card-carrying Gemini with Mercury rising, hell yeah I believe in it! When Mercury is in retrograde, my sanity shoots straight to hell. I do believe in astrological compatibility, too. Granted, you can be friends with or date anyone, but there are certain combinations of signs that are statistically more successful. I’m supposedly compatible with Aquarius, Aries, Leo and Libra but have mixed feelings about Sagittarians and fellow Geminis, and so far, that has been pretty much on the money. I’m attracted to Scorpios, though, for their strength and defiance. I typically avoid Cancerians unless they are on or near the cusp. Pisceans have always been in my circle of friends but not lovers — I love their poetry but that’s about where it ends.
Dating fellow Geminis has been a trip. Conventional wisdom dictates that Geminis will get along in conversation but have a crappy sex life ’cause their brains never shut off. Quite the contrary, in my case. Conversation was warp-speed and sometimes tiring, but their sexual stamina was what kept me coming (in all senses of the word!) back for more.