March 30, 2003

game: superstitions, or the rules

I didn't really want to call this "Superstitions" because that's not exactly what I'm looking for. Still, it's close, and I want to elicit as many responses as possible, as happened when I had the "nursery rhymes" game. I figure if I title this something that people are likely to Google, my pool of potential respondents increases.
So...
I was thinking about rules this morning when I was walking in the park. There was a robin in my path and, like I always do, I shifted my course a little to avoid disturbing him. The rule is that if he just runs a short distance away, that's all right, but if my approach startles him into actually flying, that's bad. This is a rule I've known for so long I just take it for granted, but it's probably not a rule anyone else has ever heard of. I'm looking for rules like that. Not the ones that are very well known, like "don't walk under a ladder" or "don't open an umbrella in the house," but the more obscure ones, like "it's all right to take a blossom that's fallen on the ground, but don't pick it off the tree."
What rules do you know?

Posted by eshtine at March 30, 2003 12:42 PM
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Angela,
back in the 80's I had a rule that if U2's song "Bad" was on (radio, record, car stereo, etc) it couldn't be turned off until the song was over-- if it started it had to finish -- and I listened to it ALOT (fav song, fav album).
my friend Mark has a rule that food shouldn't hurt-- he won't eat real hot salsa
my current rule is not to let people drink alone, it's unchristian.
-Kevin

Posted by: at March 30, 2003 09:57 PM

Well, for me things go a bit past the "superstition"... It's more like "synchronicities", or something...

But there was a time in my life, in the very early 90s, when I was consciously afraid to laugh, or show signs of gladness. Almost always, soon after that, something would happen to make me cry...

Thank goodness this time is long past. :-D

Posted by: Lucilla at March 31, 2003 11:56 AM

I was a strange child.

I used to imagine that lines extended from the edges of all kinds of furniture, making patterns of rectangles all over any room I was in.

I desperately tried to avoid stepping on the lines of these rectangles, and I tried to not make it apparent I was doing so.

Posted by: Pollux at March 31, 2003 12:55 PM
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