Now that’s a word I’d never seen before. At least not until today. But there it was, on the front page of USA Today, saying that this would be a bad year for paraskevidekatriaphobics. Rattle that word off 20 times in a row after drinking a few beers. Heck, I can’t say it once. Way too many syllables.
What does it mean? A paraskevidekatriaphobic is a person who’s afraid of Friday the 13th. If you recall, we had one of those yesterday. In fact, we’re going to have 3 of them this year. One yesterday, one on April 13th, and the last on July 13th. Usually we only get 2 per year. Last year (2011), we only had one of them.
What’s kind of interesting, though, is that the 3 dates this year are exactly 13 weeks apart. That’s kind of spooky. I wonder how often that happens.
All I know is that yesterday’s edition of Friday the 13th wasn’t all that great for me. First, we had our first snowstorm of the year. We didn’t get a whole lot of the white stuff (about 5 inches), but the wind was blowing a zillion miles an hour and road conditions really sucked. My plans were to stay in. But then a problem with a broken tooth forced me to go visit one of my least favorite people – a dentist. That was fun. And I have to go back on Monday.
Am I superstitious? No, I don’t think so. At least not much. I don’t think anyone can say that they have absolutely NO superstitions. We all have at least a few strange habits in that regard. But my question is: what happens to a person with a really severe case of paraskevidekatriaphobia? Do they not venture out at all on a Friday the 13th? Not even go to work? Do they hide? And is there a “treatment” for it? A pill? Are there support groups?
Anyway, it’s a neat word. One you don’t hear very often. Or more likely, never.
And what does the picture have to do with Friday the 13th? Not a damn thing. But I found that I haven’t a single image in my collection with the number “13” in it. None that I could find, anyway. But I do like old walls. And this one’s been around for a lot of Friday the 13ths.