We all have quirks and rituals. I grew up loving baseball and that is a sport filled with very superstitious players. They have all sorts of rituals to “help” them win as well as avoid injuries. For instance, outfielder Alou urinates on his hands throughout the season in order to avoid callouses. Or so it has been reported. Did he admit to this? Oh my. Some players eat a particular meal before a game. Whether it is chicken, stew, or corn pops. It is all part of the belief they must do it in order to win.
Before flying, my ritual used to consist of calling my mom. Before every flight. Every flight. I also had to call her as soon as I landed. For ten years I travelled a lot for work. Thus this meant that I talked to her often. When she passed away, I was left empty in many ways including not knowing who to call before my flight.
Now, I have another flying ritual. Although, it is not for me. Whenever I see a flight taking off (and I do quite often in New York) I say “may god be with them.” I have no idea when I started doing this but I do. I believe I do it partly because that is what my mother would have said upon seeing a flight take off. And, I feel that I have to do it. I am not too sure this makes me quirky but I sure do know it is now quite automatic on my part. I suppose that in terms of quirks, there are worse ones.