aries, virgo, sagittarius

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I have often pondered the relevance of astrology in my daily life. Usually my canned horoscopes are so incredibly vague as to give pause to even the most bland of politicians. They can apply to anything. I can imagine that this:"you will experience an adventure that involves travel" could mean something like this: You will go to buy cigarettes, or: You will be hit by a falling meteorite and blown halfway to Texas. Both could possibly be termed as adventurous, if the clerk at the seven-11 is cute, or if you don't see the meteorite, and just experience the brief exiliaration of flight before your broken body hits the ground and becomes pulverized.

So imagine my surprise when astrology is proven at least partially true in almost every regard this weekend. I mean this in the astrological analysis of personality, as opposed to my horoscope, which I'm chagrined to admit I didn't consult. So I actually met two people, one of which is such an Aries that "ram" just oozes from every pore. He's one of those people that could definitely turn sideways and slip into another dimension. I value people such as this, for their very ethereal qualities, since I'm so grounded as to be a mountain myself. They show me the value of imperfection.

And then, there are the Virgos. Fellow earth signs, but surely they've got to be fixed (meaning not mutable or cardinal rather than neutered), since they're mostly obsessive and completely anal and control freaks. I know, I'm not being very flattering, but there are two of them, and I feel completely trapped by their intense freakishness. Not only does one think (THINK, mind you) that he's in love with me after meeting me exactly TWICE, the other, whom I've talked to maybe twice and have yet to meet, thinks he likes me lots already. Save me from people born in late august and early september! If I wanted to be stifled and smothered, I'd just bury myself alive to save these virgos the trouble.

And finally, the lone archer. The centaur brandishing weapons of long distance destruction, or more correctly, one weapon. These cagey creatures despise human kind, thinking them beneath their notice. They need freedom, and boy do they ever. Wanderlust. FEH.

So to wrap all this up (too late!) I won't be putting all my trust in ages old theory predating psychology, but I'll pay attention, no VIRGOS, watch out for aries, watch out for sagittarius. Keep the scorps for friends, never ever date another capricorn. That leaves Taurus of the possible compatible signs, but that's already proved a bust - and forget about water. Water and earth make mud, pure and simple. SO apparently us cappys are left with fire - leo, specifically. ARGH!