[Setting: A cozy living room in Copenhagen, 9:00 PM on December 31st. The fireplace crackles, hot chocolate steams on the coffee table, and festive music plays faintly in the background. Freja is decorating a chair with glitter. Lukas watches with a raised eyebrow.]
Lukas:
Okay, I’ve got to ask—why exactly is your chair covered in glitter and mistletoe? Is it getting married?
Freja:
grinning Very funny. It’s my New Year’s Eve jump chair. You know—jump off it at midnight and you leap into the new year with good luck. Everyone knows that.
Lukas:
Ah yes, the annual “defy gravity for better fortune” ritual. I never quite understood how launching yourself thirty centimeters upward wards off bad luck. Did Newton miss that in his laws of motion?
Freja:
You mock, but it works. Last year I jumped—got a promotion and found 500 kroner in my winter coat pocket the next day. Coincidence? I think not.
Lukas:
Or maybe your boss finally recognized your hard work and you forgot you stashed the money there during the January sales. That’s not superstition, that’s memory failure and capitalism.
Freja:
playfully throws a cushion at him Look, it’s tradition. My mormor did it, her mormor did it. It connects us to our roots. You’re just allergic to magic.
Lukas:
I’m not allergic to magic, I just like evidence. Cause and effect. You know—experiments, data, peer-reviewed studies. So far, no physicist has published a paper titled “The Luck-Inducing Properties of Chair-Evacuations at 00:00.”
Freja:
Well, you’re no fun. Next you’ll tell me breaking a mirror doesn’t curse me with seven years of bad luck.
Lukas:
It doesn’t. Though it might give you seven years of cleaning up glass shards from obscure corners of your flat.
Freja:
teasingly You know, this is why you’re still single. You didn’t jump last year.
Lukas:
No, I didn’t. But I did learn to bake sourdough, pick up some Danish history, and run a 10K. Not bad for someone who didn’t hurl themselves off furniture.
Freja:
Okay, Mr. Science, riddle me this—if jumping doesn’t help, why does everyone in Denmark do it?
Lukas:
Not everyone. Some of us are busy not spraining our ankles. But fine—people do it for fun, for tradition, for the psychological clean slate it gives them. That’s actually interesting—psychologically, rituals can feel empowering, even if there’s no actual magic involved.
Freja:
So you’re saying it’s a placebo?
Lukas:
Exactly! Like sugar pills for the soul. If it makes you feel lucky, you act more confident, which can influence outcomes. But it’s not because the chair blessed you with cosmic fortune.
Freja:
Huh. That’s…actually not a bad point.
Lukas:
See? I can be fun and factual.
Freja:
pauses, then smirks But I’m still jumping. Just in case. And you should too. Worst case, we laugh and spill hot chocolate.
Lukas:
grinning Alright, deal. I’ll jump with you—as a controlled experiment. One jump, zero belief, full commitment to the scientific method.
Freja:
Deal! And when you meet someone amazing or win the lottery next year, I’ll be here saying, “Told you so.”
Lukas:
And when nothing happens, I’ll write a paper: “Jumping into 2025: A Study in Hype and Hips.”
Freja:
Let’s just hope we both land on our feet.
[They laugh, clink their mugs, and return to prepping for midnight. Outside, snow begins to fall lightly, and the sound of fireworks begins to echo in the distance.]
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