Today is Friday the 13th. It’s the first one of this year!
In this post, I’ll talk about 3 things: why I love the number 13, why people fear this number, and other phobias, including blogophobia!
Why I Love The Number 13
First of all, I love the number 13. I think it’s much luckier than the number 7.
My Nana Kay was born on January 13.
My grandfather was born in 1913.
I moved back to my hometown on Friday the 13th.
This number has popped up in my life over and over throughout the years, and I have come to love it.
One of my friends was also born on January 13.
I am not really superstitious, and so I don’t have any reason to fear this number. However, I have had a weird experience on one of these famed Fridays.
When I was living with one of my exes, our fridge stopped working one Friday. Yes, it was on a Friday the 13th. I don’t know why, or what happened, exactly, but a few hours later it began working again, and worked just fine from that moment on. It was very weird, indeed.
I have also had experiences with the number 23, but those are stories for another day! (My other grandma was born on April 23rd, Shakespeare’s birth- and death-day!)
My Nana Kay is no longer with us, but her next birthday would be 13/13/13, if such a day were to exist. If December is the 12th month, it would stand to reason that the 13th month could be January, and so, following this reasoning, January 13, 2014 would be 13/13/13. At 13 seconds after 1:13 pm on this day, using military time, it would be 13:13:13 on 13/13/13.
Yes, I am getting carried away here, but I am looking forward to that moment!
Have you ever had strange things happen on Friday the 13th? Share your stories in the comment section, please!