“Thirteen month old baby broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
Superstition ain’t the way”
In lieu of my last day without mirrors, I figured I’d have a little fun doing some research on mirrors and the superstitions that surround them. Here is what I learned.
1. It was thought that you could see your soul in a mirror’s reflection, so if you then accidentally broke it you would also shatter your soul into small pieces.
Not really sure what a shattered soul would look/sound/smell like but I’m not too worried about my soul – DESPITE the several mirrors that I’ve broken accidentally in my lifetime, I’m fairly certain my soul is okay because I’ve read like at least 7 of the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” books.
2. One way to overcome the bad luck of a smashed looking glass is to bury all the pieces very deeply in the ground or fling them into a river that flows south.
Personally, I’m not really seeing the logic here… first of all, that phrase should have begun with “two ways,” second of all, what good does burying anything EVER do? Answer: nothing. and third, why must the river flow south? What if I don’t live next to any southern flowing rivers?
3. It is also said that a broken mirror or one falling from a wall is a sign that someone was going to die.
I prefer diagnosing my own imminent death with Web MD, but thanks for the suggestion, falling mirrors.
4. It used to be a common practice that when somebody in a house died that all the mirrors would be covered up. This was to prevent the soul’s deceased being trapped in the glass by the devil.
Now this little superstition reminds me of a creepy movie I watched once called Mirrors… now, I’m not really sure why it took me this long to remember that I’d seen a movie by that title – it probably should have been something at the forefront of my mind when I started this project, but ANYWHOZER, that movie…. oh man. Talk about creepy old-lady spider-monkey with a snake-like tongue that makes scary noises. Weird. That’s all I gotta say.
5. If you want know who you are going to marry, you sit in front of a mirror and eat an apple. When you then start brushing your hair a picture of your future beloved will appear behind you in your reflection.
Honestly, I’m not sure how any of this has ever made sense to anyone. Like, “Oh yeah! I totally sit in front of mirrors while eating apples, and I always follow that strange activity by mysteriously whipping a hairbrush out of nowhere and then I start hallucinating.” Yup. Sounds totally legit.
6. If the first time that a couple locks gazes it is in the reflection of a mirror, this is supposed to be a sign that they will have a long and happy marriage.
That’s it. I can’t date anyone ever unless the first time we lock eyes is through a mirror. Sounds like a good idea. I really needed to trim down my options anyway…
7. Vampires are not supposed to have a reflection. This is supposedly because when you stare into a reflective surface you are looking at your soul; vampires have no soul, hence they have no reflection!
Duh. Because vamps are totes real. I have one living in my attic. If you don’t believe me, just ask the werewolf next door.
8. Bad luck follows if you see your reflection in a looking glass in candlelight.
Unless, of course, the candlelight is from your own birthday cake, then you’re good and this superstition is bogus and DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM DOING HERE?
9. Actors will not look at their reflection while looking over another’s shoulder.
Find this hard to believe. Gonna need an actor friend to confirm this. Aren’t a lot of actors super into their own image, anyway? I mean, I know I am. I will take any chance to look at myself, I don’t care whose shoulder is in my way.
10. It is believed that infant’s should not be allowed to look at themselves for the first year of their lives.
A. I’m pretty sure NO ONE believes this (what with the digital footprint that all babies have nowadays). B. Even if they did see themselves, it’s not like they’d remember. I mean, seriously, I don’t remember anything before the age of 7… Except for that time when my goldfish died.
WELL that was fun, right?!
Let’s close this little diddy with my final tweet about my week!