The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
EPISODE ONE HUNDRED TWENTY: Lucky Symbols…
You’ll Never Get Me Lucky Charms!
That’s what Lucky, the leprechaun, used to say on the cereal commercial.
Of course, those Lucky Charms ravenous children always did. And when my mom would buy a box, I would, too.
Speaking of lucky charms, did you ever have one? I did. I had a blue rabbit’s foot I got out of a toy vending machine. I guess they don’t do that anymore due to cruelty to animals. But when I was a kid, it was a different time. Maybe I never thought about it. Or maybe I thought the rabbit could get along on just three feet.
Understand, I WAS A KID!!! Cut me some slack, animal lovers.
Anyway, I carried this blue rabbit’s foot around in my pocket until all of the fur rubbed off and it looked like some sort of deformed appendage. I finally figured all of the luck was gone and I tossed it into the garbage.
But my good luck charms didn’t stop there. I got a Spiderman watch for Christmas when I was in, I think, the first grade. I wore it EVERYWHERE. I wore it to school, outside playing, I wore it to bed. I would take it off when I took a bath (though I made sure I could see it on the counter by the sink).
Then there was a coin I wore around my neck of a coin my dad got in Vietnam. I’m pretty sure my dad thought that was a bit silly, wearing a coin from a country he was stationed at during the war, but he drilled a little hole in it and put a metal loop through it so I could put it on a chain. I wore it for about two years.
I even had these four rubber erasers that looked like monsters. I would carry them in my pockets whenever I went anywhere. They were my friends. And, yes, I would have conversations with them, some vocal, some with telepathy.
Yes, they could read my mind.
As I got older, the charms turned into different things. They turned into something that meant more to me. I carried (and still do) a Swiss Army knife. It’s not the same one but it’s always handy when applicable. I wear an aluminum cross that my dad made a long time ago. He gave it to me years ago and I still wear it. And with that cross, I wear a key to a lock that I gave to my daughter. Even though she lost the lock, the key is still there, as a symbol. And next to those and a more recent addition is a medallion of Patron Saint Francis de Sales, who is the saint of writers and journalists. I’m not a Catholic, but hey, I can use all of the help I can get.
And the one thing that I feel naked without is a hat. Mostly baseball caps. I wear them everywhere. Let’s face it, I’m a hat guy. I have been since I was a little kid and I guess I always will. Favorites have ranged from a Hardee’s racing cap (little kid) to a Yankee’s baseball cap (what was I thinking?), to the one I wear more often now, a black and brown cap with an Indiana Jones square medallion in the center. I switch it up every once in a while but I feel I always need to represent my love of the fedora’ed one.
All of these things have been like talismans to me. They’re things I wear or carry with me to shoo off evil spirits. They give me a sense of protection. Who knows? Maybe they work. I’m not saying bad things don’t happen to me but maybe if I was without these things, worse things could happen.
What’s funny is, for the longest time, I never thought of myself as superstitious. I would walk under ladders and laugh, I would pet a black cat that crossed my path, and I would step on cracks because, let’s face it, it looks weird to walk down the sidewalk jumping from one spot to another like Indy spelling out the name of God in public.
But…with these things I carry wherever I go or the hats I wear on my head, maybe I am a bit worried about superstitions.
I’m not sure when it all started. I do think I know the reason. It’s to have something that keeps me from feeling alone. I guess it’s like Linus with his blanket. I have to have something to help me feel secure and if I don’t have any of these things with me, I feel left out with no protection.
Some of you are laughing. I’m sure of it.
But others are nodding their heads. They know. Most of us have something that we carry with us to keep us protected and safe.
This relates to the very first blog post I made about how I carry a bunch of stuff in my pockets all of the time. Since then, some of those things have changed, they have been switched with other things. But they represent something I feel I need to have with me at all times. There are times and reach down and just touch the outside of my pockets and hear the clink of my necklace under my shirt and I know that everything is there, all is secure.
Well, maybe everything isn’t all secure but it’s better than those lucky charms are there.
Yes, they are just material things. They are just inanimate objects.
But they represent something I need. Something we can all use a little more of.
So, don’t be tryin’ to steal my lucky charms. Get your own.
August 3rd, 2019
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.