The superstition surrounding Friday the 13th is a “double whammy” of two separate fears: the belief that Friday is an unlucky day and that 13 is an unlucky number. While its exact origin is murky, it is widely rooted in Western religious and cultural traditions.
Core Superstitions and Behaviors
On this day, people often avoid specific actions to ward off perceived misfortune:
Dining with 13 people: Many believe having 13 guests at a table is a bad omen, with some fearing one of them will die within a year.
Starting new projects: It is traditionally considered an unlucky day to begin a journey, get married, or start a new job.
General “bad luck” triggers: Common superstitions like walking under a ladder, breaking a mirror (7 years of bad luck), spilling salt, and crossing paths with a black cat are often taken more seriously on this date.
Origins of the Fear
The dread associated with this date typically stems from three major areas:
Christian Tradition:
The Last Supper: Judas Iscariot, the betrayer, was the 13th guest at the Last Supper.
Crucifixion: Jesus was crucified on a Friday.
Biblical “Firsts”: Some believe Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit and Cain killed Abel on a Friday the 13th.
Norse Mythology: At a dinner in Valhalla for 12 gods, the trickster god Loki arrived uninvited as the 13th guest, leading to the death of Balder, the god of light.
Historical Events: On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the mass arrest of the Knights Templar, a powerful military order, leading to their torture and execution.
Modern Impact and Terminology
Economic Cost: Between 17 and 21 million Americans are estimated to fear the date, causing a measurable dip in economic activity—estimated at $700 to $900 million—as people avoid flying or making major purchases.
Psychology:
Triskaidekaphobia: The fear of the number 13.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia (or Friggatriskaidekaphobia): The specific fear of Friday the 13th.
Buildings: Many high-rises, hotels, and hospitals omit the 13th floor or room number 13 to accommodate superstitious guests.
Cultural Variations
Not every culture views Friday the 13th as unlucky:
Spain and Hispanic countries: Tuesday the 13th (Martes 13) is the unlucky day.
Italy: Friday the 17th is considered far more ominous.
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As the headline suggests, it’s gas prices. Although the United States is less reliant on foreign oil than it once was, the war in Iran could be a perfect storm for gas and energy prices in the U.S. and elsewhere to spike.
Iranian production of oil is severely disrupted, of course, with the U.S. and Israel attacking the country’s fuel infrastructure. But Iran itself isn’t that large a supplier of oil. Estimates vary from source to source, but it was something like the 6th to 8th largest producer in 2024, extracting 4 to 5 percent of the world’s oil.
However, there are two other problems downstream from cutting off Iranian production. One is that Iran has retaliated by attacking oil production facilities in other Gulf States. The other is that the Strait of Hormuz is essentially shut down to shipping traffic. Saudi Arabia, the U.A.E., Iraq, Kuwait, Qatar, Oman and Bahrain, combined with Iran, collectively provide about 30 percent of the world’s oil.
Like everyone I heard the DIRE EMERGENCY SNOWSTORM warning about this afternoon and it may or may not happen, but the thing is I probably have meetings downtown this afternoon so I might as well have my bike and then I can just put on the bus if the weather turns to shit by afternoon. Even if it rains, I’m not going to die by getting a little wet. Not actually a super cold morning out, so should be a nice ride.
This morning the bike trail is freeze of snow and ice, and most of the lollygagers weren’t yet out as I started my commute, riding down Cherry Avenue then at the light merging on the bike trail and just cruising along. Listening to The Appalachian Trail: A Biography by Philip D’Anieri as I ride in. Still be a cool, and I probably will get rained on by evening, but if conditions are bad, I’ll put my bike on bus. And chances are good I’ll be downtown for meetings, and the bus is nearby there, so if it becomes a dire emergency snow storm, then whatever. But this morning is sunny, crisp, and cold and ice free.
Another quiet weekend ahead, books to read and run to Wally World for some groceries and supplies. I need to start looking at the next truck I’m interested in so I can start putting bids in next week. That said with work, it’s going to be hard to get away and do another test drive unless I go back to DePaula Ford. Maybe test driving is worthwhile, as with the Godzilla Holstein, while I loved the truck on paper as it checked all the boxes, after driving it, I ultimately wasn’t that thrilled with it. Those light gray seats did nothing for me. Still at times, I sometimes regret deciding against it, just like that 5-acre homestead next to my parents which ultimately sold for $120k though it did require like a new septic and other repairs before it was livable. But it wasn’t right for me.
And I keep asking myself, how expensive will gas go up this summer? Honestly, I’d rather the dealer make floor payments then me not get interest payments on my savings account and have to pay for insurance and fuel. In the mean time, if I feel like motoring, it’s $20 to join the CDTA Carshare and only $5 an hour to motor those little electricity city cars, and fuel and insurance is included. I should do that. Might be good if I want to go outlaying dealerships, though I think I want to do much of deal remotely, less likely to get ripped off so much if I have everything in writing. I don’t know, somehow the Middle East Crisis just makes me less interested in ginamous fuel-guzzling pickup trucks. Maybe also get over to Five Rivers with the nicer weather and long evening, but it might be windy tomorrow and kind of raw tomorrow. Sunday going out to see the folks, then rain on Monday, so I guess it’s back to taking the Yokel Local Bus back and forth to work.
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and most of the lollygagers weren’t yet out as I started my commute, riding down Cherry Avenue then at the light merging on the bike trail and just cruising along. Listening to The Appalachian Trail: A Biography by Philip D’Anieri as I ride in. Still be a cool, and I probably will get rained on by evening, but if conditions are bad, I’ll put my bike on bus. And chances are good I’ll be downtown 
for meetings, and the bus is nearby there, so if it becomes a dire emergency snow storm, then whatever. 
But this morning is sunny, crisp, and cold and ice free.
books to read and run to Wally World for some groceries and supplies. I need to start looking at the next truck I’m interested in so I can start putting bids in next week. That said with work, it’s going to be hard to get away and do another test drive unless I go back to DePaula Ford. Maybe test driving is worthwhile, as with the Godzilla Holstein, while I loved the truck on paper as it checked all the boxes, after driving it, I ultimately wasn’t that thrilled with it. Those light gray seats did nothing for me. 
Still at times, I sometimes regret deciding against it, just like that 5-acre homestead next to my parents which ultimately sold for $120k though it did require like a new septic and other repairs before it was livable. But it wasn’t right for me. 
Honestly, I’d rather the dealer make floor payments then me not get interest payments on my savings account and have to pay for insurance and fuel. In the mean time, if I feel like motoring, it’s $20 to join the CDTA Carshare and only $5 an hour to motor those little electricity city cars, and fuel and insurance is included. 
I should do that. Might be good if I want to go outlaying dealerships, though I think I want to do much of deal remotely, less likely to get ripped off so much if I have everything in writing. 
I don’t know, somehow the Middle East Crisis just makes me less interested in ginamous fuel-guzzling pickup trucks. 
Maybe also get over to Five Rivers with the nicer weather and long evening, but it might be windy tomorrow and kind of raw tomorrow. 
Sunday going out to see the folks, then rain on Monday, 
so I guess it’s back to taking the Yokel Local Bus back and forth to work.
