viernes, 13 de abril de 2012

Are you superstitious?

Today is Friday the thirteenth. Fear of Friday the 13th and the number 13 generally is known as triskaidekaphobia. Surveys carried out in Britain revealed that 41% of British people feel uncomfortable about Friday 13th while 4% live in dread of it. What's your position? Are you afraid of this day or the number 13? 

Back to 1791, the reluctance of superstitious sailors to sail on this day was considered to have reached such a level that the government decided to prove that the superstition was a fallacy. They decided to build a ship whose name was HMS Friday. They started to build it on a Friday the 13th, it was launched on a Friday and began its first maiden voyage from London on a Friday. Neither the ship nor the crew was ever heard of again. 

What do you think? Do you agree with people who say that more accidents happen on Friday 13th than on any other normal Friday? Is thirteen as unlucky as people say? Leave your comment on it.

5 comentarios:

  1. In my opinion be supersticius is very unlucky.That´s what I think.


    1. Yeah, you're right. We have to be careful with being superstitious and what we wish, just in case, it turns out to be the opposite thing we really want.

  2. Remember, in Spanish you say: On Tuesday the thirteenth don´t married, don´t embark (get on bosrd?).
    Of course, it´s a superstition. One more.
    Antonio Gutiérrez Turrión

  3. I think thirteen is a very beautiful number... Ana

  4. Ángel Weruaga Prieto27 de abril de 2012, 9:33

    Am I superstitious? No, I think, but I come from a land near Galicia, where the people say that they don’t believe in witches..., but they exist. I don’t want to be superstitious but the facts guide me to the other side, the dark side of the life. E.g., five years ago I went to Italy in a scholastic travel with my pupils. When we were in our second day a girl fell down from the hotel balcony (she didn’t jump). Fortunately, she was alive and after a serious operation and a long sojourn in the hospital she could walk again. The teachers we were shocked but I thought that it was things that could happen. The last course I decided to go with another group of students, now to Berlin. Everything was perfect (except the nights, of course) when a girl was ill and finally she had appendicitis complicated with peritonitis. The hospitals in Berlin are functional and cold, like a Volkswagen, but the doctors did their work and the girl returned to Spain after a couple of weeks. So this year I didn’t go with the students in the travel. This one passed without me and without incidents and now I ask myself if the luck leaves me when I travel with my pupils or if everything was a coincidence. I don’t believe in witches...