I’m superstitious to some degree. I knock on wood, hit the car ceiling when I drive over a yellow light, avoid ladders and all that jazz. Of course I know it’s all silly, but somehow it became such a routine to follow all this nonsense, that breaking the habit seems a bad omen. The best of them are in fact horoscopes or astrology for that matter. Every week I read them, knowing that what I read is probably a load of bull, I still read it for a strange sort of guidance. Let me explain.
First, I was born in the zodiac Scorpio, but its so close to the start date, that my zodiac could also be considered Libra. Thus, being all funny and boring (is that possible?), I read both. When Scorpio sucks or sounds boring, I read Libra, and if that seems more applicable and fun, I’m Libra for that week. Yay, for choosing my own destiny.
However, when it comes to horoscopes, all of them are so broad in scope that almost anything can apply to them. “You will have success in your social life, but remember your friends.” Wait… what? Ok, so I’ll meet new friends, but I can’t neglect my friends? Huh? I don’t get it, but it doesn’t matter I’ll have success in my social life this week. Schweet! This is how most people, I reckon, look at horoscopes. It’s cool if it seems positive, but if it sucks, you disregard it as silly. “Hard times are ahead if you don’t follow the rules”. Pffft… lame this is so weak. Screw horoscopes, where’s the comics.
However, to some degree, horoscopes are a fun way to plan your week. I’ve had this bland stuck in a rut routine feeling again recently, until I read that my Libra horoscope says I should do something bold this week. I was about to do it anyway I guess, but this just affirmed it to me that this week I should do something bold.
So I guess, horoscopes, giving you too many options, allows you in a way to make up your mind of the choices you were going to make anyway… ok that didn’t make any sense.
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