What I'm talking about is some (he described it as Voodoo) tradition of holding something against your chest, paying attention to how your body moves-leaning forward or backward (Yes, my mind immediately went to the fucking gutter with that visual, too.)-to decide whether or not to continue. Forward= good for you. Backward=don't do that shit!
EXPERIMENT 1: Grab the first thing I see. Ooooh! Look, a beer!! That'll work just fine, thank you. I held it to my chest. Leaned forward. Good. To. Fucking. Go!!! So far, I'm liking this idea!
EXPERIMENT 2: The baby is, yet again, begging for me to pick her up for no apparent reason. How convenient! I pick her up, and I lean backward. This is not looking good. Either the universe is trying to tell me that my kiddos are bad for me, or this whole thing is bullshit. Speaking of shit...guess which little human decided to fill her diaper at that exact moment? Maybe there's some truth to this, after all. I'll consider that a win.
Now I'm 2 for 2. I'm not a scientist, but my odds are looking pretty damn good at this point. Who knows, maybe I'll win the next Nobel Prize for my
EXPERIMENT 3: I picked up the laundry basket full of dirty clothes. I held it against my chest. Go figure. I fell backward. Granted, it could have been because of the multiple beers I'd already had or the fact that my back chose that exact moment to freeze up, but if it gets me out of doing laundry on the off chance that I could die in some freak washing machine explosion, I'm still going to count it.
EXPERIMENT 4: Another beer. This one is, clearly, going to be the deciding factor as to whether or not this concept could change my life forever. I held that beer close to my chest. Concentrated as well as I could. That's when I fell the fuck over sideways.
I'll assume that means that I'm better off using my Magic fucking 8-ball, and I should "try again later".
What "quirky" superstitions do you firmly believe in?