Stevie Wonder's "Superstition," which has been on my mind since yesterday, is one of the best earworms to ever grace my brain. I feel a tad sheepish, however, admitting what sparked it.
Yesterday, when I saw it was 12 minutes past the hour, I accelerated my typing. I was determined not to publish a post at 13 minutes past the hour. When I made my self-imposed deadline with a few seconds to spare, I thought, "Why did I do that? What's so terrible about a time that ends in 13? What bad luck would I have invited?"
I doubt that anything negative would have happened, and yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, 13 is a taboo number. That's an awfully silly thing to believe, even subconsciously.
