I hate superstitions.

I'm just gonna come right out and say I can not stand superstitions, I can't stand horoscopes either, and I really can't tolerate people who act superstitious around me, it's fine if you believe in this stuff but please NOT ON MY TIME. 

I don't know where my deep hatred for all this stemmed from, maybe being a take no shit atheist has something to do with it.

I have always wondered why people believe in silly things like this, for example, I am ALWAYS getting shouted at by my mum for putting umbrellas up in the house because it's 'bad luck',... woah I'm sorry!!!! I MUST NOT HAVE BEEN HERE WHEN UMBRELLAS WERE ANNOUNCED TO HAVE MAGICAL POWERS WHICH DETERMINED WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN IN YOUR LIFE.

My point is, when superstitions revolve around man made objects, and rely on the fact that they have some higher power which we couldn't ever comprehend with, well something got fucked up somewhere didn't it?

Black Cats- what makes a black cat any more bad luck than a ginger cat, DISCRIMINATION.

Magpies- seriously? Because it's a magpie it's bad luck? DISCRIMINATION.

The number 13- I can't understand this one at all, it has no logic to it at all, it's more than ridiculous.

Opening a packet of crisps upside down- ... this is a personal favourite, whether this is a real superstition or not, I've heard it a lot, but seriously, I don't think walkers are evil masterminds who will trigger bad luck if you open a packet of crisps upside down.

I could talk about this subject all day, and often argue about it and rant to my mum. 

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