Supersition as Infection

Posted on January 26, 2003 in Myths & Mysticism

When I am nervous, small things start looking like omens.

The frame holding our wedding certificate fell from the wall this evening. I was standing ten feet away when it did. The bottom of the frame came apart and part of the glass broke.

I dreaded as I picked up the shards that if not repaired immediately, this signed problems in our marriage.

It’s my pessimistic mind writing a grim story.