Are you superstitious?
No.
Not in the way people usually mean it.
I don’t believe in luck as some outside force deciding outcomes. I don’t avoid cracks in the sidewalk or read meaning into random patterns just because they feel significant in the moment.
But I do understand why people do.
Because uncertainty bothers people. Not knowing what’s coming, not being in control—it creates pressure. Superstition is a way to relieve that pressure. It gives the illusion that if you do certain things, avoid certain things, or interpret signs the right way, you can influence what happens next.
I don’t operate like that.
If something goes wrong, I look at what caused it. If something goes right, I look at what led to it. Patterns matter—but only the real ones. The ones you can test, repeat, and rely on.
That doesn’t mean everything is controllable. It’s not. There are variables you don’t see, things you can’t predict, outcomes you can’t stop.
But assigning meaning where there isn’t any doesn’t solve that. It just hides it.
So no, I’m not superstitious.
I don’t look for signs.
I look for structure.
And whatever happens—I deal with it when it gets here.
