People’s superstitions about black cats lead to them being adopted less than cats of another color. Not cool. I rescued one. His name was Buddy. He only brought me luck! And I wish I could bring him back!! 🐈‍⬛

I like to defy superstition just to try to train my dumb brain.

I feel like the social context also plays a role. When I still went to school and was surrounded by people believing in superstitions, the “better safe than sorry” thinking also sometimes entered my mind. Not only was I exposed to more different superstitious beliefs, I was also exposed to people making these kinds of conclusions publicly, often even as a form of socializing.

Now I work in IT, where it’s pretty much part of our job to avoid superstitious thinking and it really just feels completely foreign to me now.
I guess, part of it would be me just being conditioned to always question whether I’m making superstitious conclusions, but I do also think the lessened social exposure is making a difference.