GOOD LUCK. NOT.

Yay, another entry. Once again, it's been a while. This time around, I'd like to write about luck and superstitions. Why do they exist? I mean, do they even work? It's kind of like a religion, really. A lot of people are superstitious, I guess they believe in luck. Even if you say you're not superstitious, subconsciously, you probably are. Maybe you had a good day, and you were wearing a particular shirt. The next time around, when you are wearing that same shirt, you are probably hoping that it will be a good day because you are wearing it. How did superstitions even start? Maybe it was started by some power-hungry guy who wanted everyone to believe him. So he started making up random crap, kind of like what I'm doing right now. Or maybe some guy had a really, really terrible day. He saw a black cat, and then a guy stole all his money. And then black cats were unlucky charms. Really, it's the black cat that's having the bad day. It's just going about its business, and then, suddenly, EVERYONE HATES IT. Like, WTH?!? Black cats are probably the saddest animals on earth, in my opinion. No one wants to be friends with the black cat. If the black cat made an account on Facebook, no one would send it a friend request. If it made a Twitter account, no followers. Nope. Not one. The next time you see a black cat, think about how its life is, and how people probably kick it and spit on it and do stupid crap to it. THINK ABOUT IT. =]