I’m not sure how Friday the 13th became to be a scary, unlucky, or damned day. Apparently one theory is that there were thirteen people at the Last Supper, including Jesus I suppose, and that was unlucky because… well because I suppose one of them was Judas. If you’re a son of God, it’s unlucky to have someone like Judas around to mess up your plans.
That reminds me of one of the greatest jokes I’ve ever heard; Jesus and his 12 disciples are sat around at the Last Supper. Jesus says “By this time tomorrow, one of you will have betrayed me.� All the disciples are flabbergasted and shake their heads; “But Lord! We love you! We would never betray you!�
But Jesus says “Well I’m Jesus, so I should know these things, and I’m telling you that by this time tomorrow one of you will have betrayed me.�
All the disciples fall quiet and sombre before Paul says “Is it me, Lord?�
And Jesus replies “No Paul, it is not you.�
Eventually John says “Is it me, Lord?�
And Jesus replies “No John, it is not you.�
Then Judas looks around and asks “Is it me, Lord?�
And Jesus, putting on a girly and sarcastic voice, replies “Is it me, Lord?�
Ha-Ha! That joke is better when you tell it because the punch line is obviously in the way you sarcastically say “Is it me, Lord?� and as someone who earns his living from comedy I should have known that before I began writing it down here but it’s still a corker.
Nothing unlucky happened to me today, but many people do stay at home on Friday the 13th and don’t drive their cars, etc. These people suffer from Paraskevidekatriaphobia and whilst that may look like a made up word I can assure you it isn’t and does literally mean a fear of Friday the 13th. Cut and paste it into Google. It was coined by a Dr. Donald Dossey, who probably gets his name because all he does is doss about coming up with stuff like this instead of doing proper medical work, but apparently there are millions of sufferers around the world.
I suppose that even if you are not suspicious, you would think twice about planning your wedding, say, on Friday the 13th. I think I would take great glee in arranging such a special occasion on this dreaded day, but that is probably just the sort of character trait that means I’ll never get married. It would be handy though, putting the inevitable decay of the marriage down to this supernatural force, and not down to my or my wife’s stupid mistakes. That would be strangely comforting.
Before Wade left for London we took a walk down to the Albert Dock and had breakfast. I didn’t enjoy my fancy fish and chips as much as I was hoping and left quite a lot of it. How unlucky is that? Curse this wretched day. Anyway, Wade left and I went home to start doing some designs for GH. I couldn’t quite get my creative juices going though and wasn’t satisfied with my drawings. Curse this wretched day.
Did you know that hospital admissions go up 50% on Friday the 13th? How can one explain this? It’s surely that people are walking about, suffering from Paraskevidekariaphobia, and therefore don’t act naturally, putting themselves in an outer body state of panic which leads them into trouble. If you have suffered any great misfortune on this or any Friday the 13th, do write in and tell your tale.
I’ve just been reading up on this curious date and the myths behind it and apparently if you’re born on Friday the 13th, it’s your lucky day. That’s just a made up rule by people born on Friday the 13th to feel better about themselves! “No! Ah! It’s not unlucky that I’m born on Friday the 13th, no. It means it’s lucky for me.�
“How do you work that one out?�
“You wouldn’t understand.�
“Well, if you explained it to me I would. How does being born on Friday the 13th make it any different for you? If anything, you are in allegiance with the dark powers at work here.�
“It’s my lucky day!�
I hope you all got through today unscathed and weren’t attacked by someone in an ice hockey mask. How brave we are.
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