It's Friday the 13th and I Feel Fine

Reading the morning newspaper, I ran across a reference to today being Friday the 13th. I hadn't thought about it otherwise. Being retired, I have trouble remember the month, day, year etc. Every day is Sunday to me and often I'm stumped to tell you what day or date it is. I make a point of noting the date on the front of the newspaper, but often as not I don't. Anyway, I got to thinking about superstitions. I'm sure that as a child I followed certain superstitions that were told to me by well-meaning relatives. Things like "step on a crack, break your mother's back" or "don't walk under a ladder," or "break a mirror and it brings bad luck," etc. Most of these I discarded early on. Being essentially a scientifically minded person, at some point, I walked under a ladder just to see what would happen. I'm happy to report the world just kept on turning. The same with those cracks. Never broke anyone's back. But I got to thinking: Do I have my own personal superstitions? Things that I do that have nothing to do with the superstitions you find on various lists. There are two that I can think of and I imagine, given that there are almost seven billion people on the planet, someone else shares these with me. But where they came from, I haven't a clue. One is that I have trouble destroying a photograph of a loved one. My superstition is that this will somehow cause harm to them or bring them bad luck (death, for example.) Oh, I can do it when I am culling through old photos, but there is always that twinge of doubt about what I am doing. The other one has to do with having an object turned upside down. It can be a can of soup or a photo, but my superstition is that this gives the object or the person a headache. Don't know where these notions came from, and fortunately I am aware of them and don't let them rule my life. Now, if I could just do something about those people who feel compelled to bless me when I sneeze. I once worked with a woman who would say "bless you" every blessed time I sneezed, to the point where I wanted to crack a mirror over her head and bring her a bit of bad luck.