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December 13, 2002
Friday the 13th. The perfect day to talk about superstitions.

I don’t have any.

I’m not afraid of black cats. I don’t fear the number 13 (I actually like it). Stepping on cracks, spilling salt, opening umbrellas inside houses – nothing.

Not being superstitious surprises me because I’m obsessive-compulsive. I think having superstitions and being obsessive-compulsive are somehow intricately related. Superstitious people believe that if they do or miss one of their superstitions, bad things will happen.

But isn’t that what my compulsions are all about? If I don’t check (and recheck and recheck and recheck) the locks we’ll get robbed?