The people who say "I'm not superstitious" in response to you calling their jinx (ex: "Aw man, I hope it doesn't rain." "Don't say that/Don't jinx it for the rest of us!")... Why?
Specifically when the conversation is joking or light-hearted. I can understand the response if the superstitious person is overbearing or preaching.
I could believe its a tone error on my part, or difficulty understanding tone on their part... If it was just one or two people. It's not, though! It happened on multiple occasions, and it confuses me every time.
I think part of my confusion is that I work in a place where it's an industry wide superstition. Not just in the hospital but in most first responder positions.
Go ahead and ask a first responder how their full moon is going. I dare you.
Say it's slow to a first responder. See who you piss off.
That's the general rule! Some people take it very seriously, and most others take it in a more playful way. Which is the atmosphere of my location.
So, I've learned from my environment to call the jinx almost reflexively. Its weird and annoying when someone says they don't believe in superstitions in response. Like!!! Okay, that's fine, you don't have to but my tone is jokey!! You jinxed us, and I called it as per the custom of our vocation!! I do not understand this response.
It's been a hot minute since I talked about books. The crossed out ones I've already posted about on Tumblr.
Den of Vipers- finished in July.
**what can I say? That was 3 months ago and I still wouldn't mind going a few rounds with Diesel 😏 this book actually put me into a pretty big reading slump. I LOVED the vipers and I felt a little empty afterwards.
The Ritual- finished beginning of October
** Listen. I loved the ritual as much as the next gal. BUT CAN WE DISCUSS THE EPILOGUE. I rolled my eyes at the name choices. If you've read it, you know what I'm talking about 😂 but this book did help me get back into reading and healed my smutty book soul.
How does it feel- finished mid October
** How does it feel? HOW DOES IT FEEL?! Sure the plot twist in the last chapter is shocking. Sure. BUT THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER WITH MENDAX?! I was in shambles. I was sobbing. My heart was in pieces on the floor. cAlLiE <.<
Jinxed- finished mid October
**to be real honest...I thought the book was about ghosts and that's why I picked it. I quickly found out I was incorrect. But I couldn't stay upset long because those reverse harem/ why choose books speak to my soul😏 But for real, fuck those black widow spiders.
When I used to sell cheese, I would mock those old ladies that would whine about their lactose intolerance. Those smelly bitches would pop a sample of cheese in their mouth and then ask me if it had lactose and want to spit it out. I got to leaving the trash can hidden away from the sample table just so I could roll my eyes and act all put out. Especially when those asshole who would eat olives out of the olive bar and get huffy there was nowhere to spit out the pit. Karma is a bitch and now I've got some serious bloating and farts after eating a half pound of these American cheese slices I got at the Groceey Outlet for 59cents.
You’re only feeding the negative energy and making it stronger. Plus, your giving up your power and giving in. So don’t ask for it ! Instead, turn around and look at the bright side of things. Feed the positive vibes, the good vibes and manifest the good life. Good things happen too. Namaste! Blessings!
Jinxed, the fifth book in the Lost Boys series, by Emilia Finn is out now! Snag this forced proximity, age gap bodyguard story today!
Drake
They call me a flirt. ‘Detective Sluts-A-Lot’ when they’re feeling frisky, because my morals are loose, and my choice in women, according to the haters, is unfussy.
But they don’t know I’ve been watching her.
Waiting for her.
The problem is, she’s half my damn age, and has no business being with a man like me.
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Rory
They call me clumsy.
Jinxed.
And when they’re feeling a little dramatic, doomed.
I’m the girl who minds her own business, and still somehow ends up hanging off the side of a cliff with a busted leg and death stalking closer, all due to someone else’s bad choices.
But don’t worry. I lived. Obviously.
Three months after that unfortunate incident, I’m walking the streets of Copeland City and happen to witness a murder.
Lucky me.
Now the mafia are after me, and the only man who can keep me safe hasn’t called in months.
I jinxed myself when I said chivalry is dead.
But unless Drake Banks brings me the skulls of my enemies—like he promised—it might be me who ends up buried in a shallow grave.