by JO ABI (Aquarius)
I feel free.
I have stopped reading my horoscope and my life is much better.
My star sign is Aquarius. My mum told me it was Capricorn when I was little and I diligently read my incorrect horoscope for several years before realising I was a first-day Aquarian. How could she have made such a mistake? Even though her mistake was probably an easy one seeing as my birth date is at the cusp of the two, didn’t she realise from my unique personality that I am clearly an Aquarian? I have a strong and attractive personality? Check (depends on the day). I am open-minded? Check (except when it comes to the carb-debate). I always seek mental stimulants? Check (except when I’m tired and sloth-out in front of reality TV).
How could she even think I was a Capricorn? Practical and prudent? Um, no. Patient and careful? Hell no. Reserved and dark? No! Pessimistic and fatalistic? Only after watching the CI channel too much.
So, with my new found knowledge of my Aquarianism I devoted myself to reading about my life and how I could expect my day/week/month to be. If my horoscope said I was going to have a day full of new ideas I’d sit down and try and be creative, knowing it would come out of me eventually. When it said I’d experience a conflict with someone close to me I’d take the opportunity to tell my boyfriend what was bugging me about him. When it predicted that I would come in to money I’d buy a lottery ticket. It was my guide, my oracle, my wise voice.