Superstitions
Superstitions are a funny thing. For me, they are little sayings or rules that I hardly ever think about, like stepping on a crack on a sidewalk or opening an umbrella up inside. However, for my sister, she takes superstitions extremely seriously. For her, the fear of a black cat crossing her path or accidentally shattering a mirror is real and palpable. She clings to these beliefs so firmly that she will even wear a lucky pair of socks to an important exam or pivotal interview. What is so interesting to me is that my sister, Jessica, is an academically driven, scientific-thinking, realist. She was the kid who never believed in Santa or the Tooth Fairy, for the idea of them sneaking into your house at night and being all-knowing was too improbable for her advanced six-year-old mind. Thus, I am incredibly intrigued and baffled by her adherence to superstitions. If she is able to rationalize how magic is portrayed in the media and the concept of religion, why does she believe so strongly...