Superstitious, quirks, beliefs?

[StillettoDoll]

It is good to meet a white lamb in the early morning with the sunlight on its face.

[StillettoDoll]

The luckiest seat is the one which faces the door; the most unlucky is that which has its back to the fire-place.

It is good luck to blow through the cards when they are being shuffled.

When changing seats at the table you should always move in a clockwise direction; that is, from right to left.

It is very unlucky to sit cross-legged when playing cards.

[Dominique]

It is unlucky to pass anyone on the stairs (cross your fingers if you do)

Stairways symbolized the means of ascending to the above abode of the gods and it was dangerous to tresspass.

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makes me think of old large homes, stairways were narrow, and the higher you went, the more narrow they became.

[Blue_Daddy-O]

Raises my hand! I'm superstitious, quirky, neurotic and a germ-a-phob...

If I could wear surgical gloves in public without anyone thinking I was fucked up and crazy, I would do it!!! HA HA!! LoL

I love my Dogs germs though... they can lick my face all they want to! And so can my girl, when I have a girl.

[Blue_Daddy-O]

Originally Posted by Gemme

Salt over the LEFT shoulder, to be specific.

However, I've never understood how finding money could be a bad thing. If I see coinage on the ground, as long as it's not in the middle of a pile of vomit or something equally disgusting, you bet your bippy I'm picking that sucker up! As I do, I say in my head, "See a penny, pick it up, and all day long have good luck!" (as you mentioned). I actually think the tails up ones are luckier for me than the heads up ones.

When I drop coins on the ground as I often do, if they land tails up, I always turn them over before picking them up. And I make sure that some part of the coin is still touching the ground as I'm transitioning the coin to the heads up side, flat down again, before I will pick it up. Lol.

[violaine]

there was the time stopped at a red light-, it was a bright, hot, summer florida afternoon, and a glowing grasshopper rested upon my thigh. thank goodness, i thought, it was not a [grasshopper] relative! even to me, at that moment in traffic, that i would fear such a small insect for all of these years of my life, seemed irrational in light of several things: a] in native culture the understanding is pretty full of important lessons [as are paths taken gaining awareness more deeply, with other guides], and a repeated connection to this jumping animal seemed to make sense. b] i was much, much larger than that animal; picking him up would cause him distress.


another late afternoon, walking a trail [environmental studies centre], there were swarms of grasshoppers, and i froze on the dirt road. eventually, someone came along and helped me get past them. so, i've been working on not being so afraid of several of their habits, mainly, the "sticking" sound made by them whenver landing on something, and associating that something to being me.


outside last night with a friend walking the park, i found a small grasshopper on the sidewalk and decided to get closer, hold out my hand, then ever so lightly touch the green insect. all went really well i thought, until the cast-iron flawless orthopteron leap!

[Blue_Daddy-O]

Originally Posted by violaine

there was the time stopped at a red light-, it was a bright, hot, summer florida afternoon, and a glowing grasshopper rested upon my thigh. thank goodness, i thought, it was not a [grasshopper] relative! even to me, at that moment in traffic, that i would fear such a small insect for all of these years of my life, seemed irrational in light of several things: a] in native culture the understanding is pretty full of important lessons [as are paths taken gaining awareness more deeply, with other guides], and a repeated connection to this jumping animal seemed to make sense. b] i was much, much larger than that animal; picking him up would cause him distress.


another late afternoon, walking a trail [environmental studies centre], there were swarms of grasshoppers, and i froze on the dirt road. eventually, someone came along and helped me get past them. so, i've been working on not being so afraid of several of their habits, mainly, the "sticking" sound made by them whenver landing on something, and associating that something to being me.


outside last night with a friend walking the park, i found a small grasshopper on the sidewalk and decided to get closer, hold out my hand, then ever so lightly touch the green insect. all went really well i thought, until the cast-iron flawless orthopteron leap!

Hahahaha... this gave me a great laugh Belle. The visual of seeing this happen. I'm glad you shared it.

Sometime I will have to hear the story behind your grasshopper phobia.