Oh my goodness! I was just about to write and tell you about my lucky number, when I kept thinking about the fact that Mask wrote her chapter on the 11th of May, and that her lucky number was 11. I laughed and looked at the clock just before I was about to type in my lucky number into Microsoft Word.
I’m writing this on the 13th (of June)! (You can guess what my lucky number is…)
Most people say that 13 is an unlucky number, but I choose to make it my lucky number, as I was born on the 13th of May so it’s very important to me. I used to have a change in lucky number every two years because it would be the even number closest to my age (I never had odd number as lucky number. I considered them masculine-don’t ask why, but I assign genders to a lot of inanimate objects), but 13 was always a number that stuck with me, through thick and thin, so to speak.
I’ve had terrible birthdays on Friday the 13ths (like losing both my Tamagotchis in Year 5) and, yes, I do I do say that it's because of my 'unluckiness', as in: the unlucky fact that I was born on that day.
Maybe that's a little contradictive? But I know I'm proud to have an 'unlucky' number as my lucky number! And, though sometimes I curse myself and don’t believe it, I think I have had a pretty lucky life; I’ve won my fair share of things, I’ve been given talents that could really take me places, and I’ve been blessed with two healthy parents…I think.
I’m not superstitious, but I don’t believe in coincidences either; everything has been planned out, or has happened because of someone’s thoughts (I’m a great believer in psychic abilities) and whenever I see the number 13 I jump with excitement inside. My friend, Poppy, gets the same effect when she sees the flowers, she has a connection with them, like I have a connection with the number 13.
It’s never gonna get as lucky as winning the lottery, but I have some more momentum in my life now, with my lucky number 13!