superstition

i broke a mirror this morning. a big full length mirror. i knocked it over. and crash. it shattered.

so there we go. 7 more years of bad luck.

that's ok. i'm getting used to it.

of course, i don't really believe in superstitions. i know that the story behind the mirror breaking and bad luck has to do with people used to think that anything reflective would capture part of a person's soul. and that if you broke a mirror then your soul couldn't get back to your body.

there you have it. i am officially now souless.

but i guess i can't say then why exactly this condition would last for 7 years. why not more? why not less? why not forever? i can't really say.

at any rate. i think my life will likely go on quite as before. some stuff will happen that will really suck. and some stuff will happen that won't suck as much. que sera sera.