|Not the Chris-Zone!?!|
What the heck!?!
The next day I tried the explanation out on my daughter, whose eyes grew to the size of salad plates. “Uh, Mom? You know you’re seriously crazy, right?” she said as she was backing slowly away, I assume so as not to startle the nut-job standing expectantly before her.
So I’m going for public opinion on this one. I’ll explain why 13 to you, and you can either support or refute my family’s opinion about how freakin’ crazy it is.
Do NOT ask why, because I’m not sure how or it started…but from about the age of 10 I had a near pathological fear of odd numbers. (I am SO blaming this for my suck-i-tude at math!) I was never 11, instead I was 10 and two halves. (Stop laughing a minute. I’m being serious!)
I was totally connvinced even numbers were lucky and odd numbers were the worst kind of bad luck. I did everything in evens, including walking. At the height of my “glitch,” I would count the steps I took from place to place, adjusting my stride or adding a tiny “hop” at my destination to insure I had taken an even number of steps. Yeah, for a chick that HATED math, I spent an inordinate amount of time counting.
|My Nemesis? My friend?|
On those dark, scary days of uber-bad luck, Friday the 13th, I’d wear bells on my shoes or in my hair to scare away the “evil.” (I knew it worked ‘cause I heard it on a record about superstitions and folk lore, which was narrated by the AWESOME Vincent Price, so it HAD to be true!) Can we just say, my teachers HATED me? The one poor soul who tried to force me to remove the annoying bells was met with near panic…
This “odd” behavior continued throughout my teen years…and beyond. I never even had a 21st birthday. (Yep, 20 and two halves.) It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s that I started reading a lot of mythology. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that to most cultures, odd numbers weren’t unlucky!
It seemed the whole “3” is special was somewhat a world-wide thing, at least in ancient cultures. (And don’t think I didn’t briefly consider the fact that these cultures were kinda “vanished” and possibly so because of their extensive use of odd numbers…)
But something had to give. I mean, I had reached the point where I’d close a door twice every time I used it (or just leave it open). People in public were starting to stare…
So I took a deep breath…and started “using” odd numbers. I even made a concerted effort to STOP counting everything!