The human mind is a complex and contradictory thing, full of connections that don’t always make any sense. I can’t drink a Diet Cherry Coke without fondly remembering that it was always my mother’s drink of choice. I have a specific sorta-luck red shirt and black-and-white tie that I wear when I want to do well in interviews and such. And when I was 9 years old, I decided that the number fifty-three (as seen on the hood of Herbie the Love Bug) would be my lucky number. Thirty-odd years later, my adult mind has completely accepted that childish assertion as fact, no matter how much my rational mind would deny it, and it is actually a little bit unnerving how often that number has randomly occurred in conjunction with positive moments in my life, which leads us to today’s unexpectedly superstitious query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) is adamant that a lucky number is firmly and completely in my mind and can have no impact on a greater cosmology, and yet I feel better when things end in ’53’ anyway, asking: If you had to choose one right now, whether or not it has any actual mystical power or significance, what would be your lucky number?
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7. Because I played football with that for years.
13, and not because it is “cool” or any trivial reason like that. Among various examples in my life when it has been lucky, I had an extremely complicated lifesaving operation performed on Friday the 13th in room 13 back when I was 4 years old. The doctor who performed the operation almost refused to do the operation because of his superstitions, but without it I would not have survived the night.