I’ve never really known anyone who’s actually scared of Friday the 13th. But I have noticed how fast people reach for explanations when things don’t go their way.
A bad day turns into “well, it is Friday the 13th.
”Or it’s “everything happens for a reason.
”Or it’s some secret group controlling the world.
Different stories, same move.
What I’ve learned is that people hate uncertainty. We don’t like admitting that a lot of life is out of our control. So we make stuff up. We grab onto narratives because they’re more comfortable than saying, “I don’t know,” or “This didn’t go how I wanted.”
I’ve caught myself doing versions of this too. Not superstition, but storytelling. Explaining things away instead of dealing with what’s actually in front of me.
At some point I realized I don’t need a reason for everything. I just need to focus on what I can actually do something about.
My effort.
My choices.
How I respond when things don’t break my way.
What I put my energy into next.
Blaming a date, fate, or some invisible force doesn’t fix anything. It just burns time.
So Friday the 13th doesn’t mean much to me. It’s just another day where some things will go right, some things won’t, and the only thing that really matters is how I show up and what I decide to do next.