I try not to work on Friday the 13th, as a general rule.
This is not new, we’ve discussed this before.
Its not because I’m superstitious or anything.
I just have a healthy respect for tradition and also, I am convinced that bad luck and an old gypsy woman’s curse will kill me horribly on that day.
Call me a pussy, I don’t care.
If you ask me, there is not enough respect for fear-driven urban legend.
And I am not talking about the “Don’t flash your lights at another car that have their’s off at night, its a gang initiation, they’ll turn around and kill you.” Kind of modern day crap.
I am talking about the ones that are several hundred years old, well, like Friday the 13th.
No wonder they made it into a scary movie.
Scary movies exist to scare us, that much is true.
On the surface.
But underneath, there is a whole other psychological game being played.
Scary movies exist to rub our noses in the primal fear of death.
That is what they are really about.
Primal fear is a gift you acquire at birth and it follows you thru life, like a combination lost puppy/grim reaper that you cannot shake.
Not to be confused with Catholic guilt, which is another type of guilt entirely, self inflicted and even harder to shake.
Primal fear and Catholic guilt are both irrational fears.
Catholic is only slightly easier to navigate.
Primal fear encompasses everything in the world that could kill you.
Catholic guilt encompasses everything in life that you might do wrong.
Subtle difference, but a discernible one.
Sometimes, they crossover and are the same fear.
Except, especially at those times, fixing one doesn’t necessarily fix the other.
That concept of fixing a problem and it still not being fixed is a tough one to get the first time it occurs to you.
Mainly because it is an unsatisfying answer, and unsatisfying answers are never easy to swallow.
They are the “Cod Liver Oil” of answers. They may do the job, but they make you feel sick while doing it.
Its a little like being in a relationship and having an argument.
You may win the argument, and you are still screwed.
Like winning the battle but losing the war.
Except this is worse, you are sleeping with the enemy as it were.
Myself, much like all vermin, I thrive on conflict and confrontation, preferably as a witness.
I would use “Fly on the wall” but I find them repulsive. (The whole eating thru vomiting thing is tough to get around. Imagine two girls one cup National Geographic style.)
What does any of this have to do with Friday the 13th?
Today is the day when I avoid human contact.
If I avoid dealing with people and/or machines, they cannot blow up and try to kill me.
That sounds paranoid, right up until you look at insurance company statistics.
More insurance claims are made for accidental death and dismemberment list today as the day of infamy.
I don’t need that kind of pressure.
I am perfectly capable of maiming myself without nature lending an evil hand.