(November 30, 2014 at 1:13 pm)Losty Wrote: What are you superstitious about?
I'm not really superstitious. Not when it comes to everyday life. But there are some childhood remnants that invade the subconscious and are shrugged off when they reach the head.
When I was a child, for example, I was really afraid of crypts. There are quite many in my part of the world. And I was a afraid of the dead. Especially in bone houses where their sorry remains are neatly stacked.
Guess because it reminded me of my own mortality, which I couldn't grasp at a young age. And probably because all the church had ever done to me, was being afraid of dying.