Does an old prejudice about Friday 13 work? Is it really unhappy moment?
How is your day today?
Prove the prejudice does not work!
And 'don't worry, be happy'!
(Opposite points of view will be also appreciated)
Well, I imagine there are two options:
He was old and frail and the stress on his body associated with his fear of dying on that particular day actually killed him.
It was an unlikely event. It seems strange that it should happen, but statistically unlikely events are bound to happen to someone. It happens to all of us once in a while. I imagine that many people have for instance experienced that they think of an old friend or acquaintance that they haven't seen for years and the same day they bump into them somewhere. It has happened to me more than once.
My day has been completely normal so far, but this made me think of Arnold Schoenberg, the composer. For the sake of brevity I have somewhat edited what it says on Wikipedia:
The composer had triskaidekaphobia (the fear of the number 13), and he feared he would die during a year that was a multiple of 13.
In 1950, on his seventy-sixth birthday, an astrologer wrote Schoenberg a note warning him that the year was a critical one: 7 + 6 = 13. This stunned and depressed the composer, for up to that point he had only been wary of multiples of 13 and never considered adding the digits of his age. He died on Friday, 13 July 1951, shortly before midnight. Schoenberg had stayed in bed all day, sick, anxious and depressed. His wife explained in a letter that "About a quarter to twelve I looked at the clock and said to myself: another quarter of an hour and then the worst is over. Then the doctor called me. Arnold's throat rattled twice, his heart gave a powerful beat and that was the end".
@Mikkel your story about Schoenberg’death is impressive. I think your first explanation « He was old and frail and the stress on his body associated with his fear of dying on that particular day actually killed him.« is correct!
it was a self fulfilling profecy.
I could say that for me and my kids it was a lucky day, because we are still alive. Someone else wasn't so lucky. Just like a kilometre from our house away a horrible accident happened today (https://remszeitung.de/2018/4/13/toedlicher-unfall-auf-b-298-in-mutlangen/). I took the kids out for lunch. Ten minutes earlier a man steered his car into the oncoming traffic and collided with a truck. He died, the truck driver survived. It was early afternoon, straight and dry street, good sight. They don't know yet, why this accident happened. If my kids would have hurried up, we would have been there earlier and could have been hit by this car. But we arrived at the same time with police and ambulances and when they closed down the road.
I'm not superstitious and think this could have happened every day. But it's scary to have this kind of accident almost at your doorstep.
@ Mrs Tad
Would you believe me if I told you that I painted a flying kettle?