Macbeth,
Macbeth,
Mac-fucking-beth!
I do not believe.
I do not believe in the “Macbeth” ghost, nor in the “Good Luck” monster, nor in the whistling demon.
Similarly, I do not believe in crossing my fingers for luck, nor in avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk, nor in taking a detour to avoid passing beneath a ladder or crossing a black cat’s path. If I spill salt, it’s spilt. Why would a person throw some over his or her shoulder? That would just make it harder to clean up.
Similarly, I do not believe in Zombie-Jesus crying over my sins,
nor in Old One-Eyed Odin who might pay me a visit someday,
nor do I fear Zeus’ thunderbolt.
And guess what. I don’t think that Santa Claus, Hanukah Harry, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy even exist.
I am an intelligent person, capable of rational thought. I don’t feel that years of tradition give a ridiculous belief any “weight”. Your believing in it might. Not because believing in it makes it true in any objective sense, but because if you think something’s going to happen, you may subconsciously work to make it happen.
But just because you (yeah, I’m mostly talking to Susan Reinecke right now) believe something, doesn’t mean that I have to. Also, people, don’t keep perpetuating superstitions. It’s just silly. You don’t see me going around making up random rules and demanding you perform ridiculous rituals when you transgress.
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