Triskaidekaphobia, seven years of bad luck, four-leaf clovers: http://www.fridayfive.org/
(I’ve got Stevie Wonder’s Superstition running through my head now.)
1. Are you superstitious?
Nope.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
In the Middle Ages, the horrible superstition that cats are evil led to their extermination en masse across Europe, which led to an explosion in rodent populations, many of which carried bubonic plague.
Cats may sometimes be flighty, prone to wake you in the middle of the night for some Very Important triviality, destructive tornados of feline fury, but they’re not evil.
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
That famous people die in threes.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
Yes, I do believe in luck, but I lack any sort of standard luck-generating ritual or totem.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
I’ve come to believe that there are forces that guide and influence life as we know it. Call it what you will - Goddess and God, the Celestial Clockwork, cosmic attractors - things “out there” can, I feel, affect things “in here.”
In the hands of a Gifted interpreter, astrology can be a useful tool for helping us find order and meaning in the universe. From most folks, though, astrology is a bunch of generic platitudes that have no personal relevance. You’re unlikely to find an epiphany in the Sunday paper horoscopes.
It’s a part of my faith:
It’s not a case of wanting to believe.
It’s not a case of needing to believe.
It’s a case of choosing to believe. 