Paraskevidekatriaphobia Logical As Any Other Phobia Right

Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right? Superstition(s) stubbornly linger impossible to shrug off (cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle nsync with ominous grateful dead singer uneasiness drilled into collective conscience since time immemorial equally puzzling me as harbinger of spilt salt tossed over left shoulder, into the face of Devil who lurks snapping unsuspecting bystander fast as ginger. Secular humanists, viz case in point yours truly, who finds himself flexing falange joint as iterated above unable to pinpoint despite persistent atheistic viewpoint even when rash of unfortunate events, whereby sizable tin of yard did anoint me noggin than hours later dog canine sank teeth into flesh to reanoint (handily) these events eyepoint out occurred 1300 hour August 13th two thousand nineteen funeral for William Zison (late father in law) whose spirit supposedly, securely, satisfactorily... passed barred underworld checkpoint. One (or I), could pick an arbitrary past month day combination cast amidst travails, yet fast as quirky forgotten mishaps occurred, I long last forgot unpleasant mishaps vast among pooled countless circumstances that did blast temporary woe out classed courtesy aforementioned painful bodily injuries leaving me aghast. Generally (figurative) speaking I tend to shrug off (think Atlas) unexpected misfortune that did bring momentary such as abby (a bee) thee wife with painful sting generating speculation how life fared if assertiveness prevailed, when ding a ling interpersonal opportunity doth ring regretting forsaking MaryAnne Sage, whose strengths regarding compatibility (she shared a string of characteristics) regarding same birthdate and square thumbs as one garden variety generic NON GMO and gluten free Joe King.