One of my colleagues has taken to reading the daily horoscopes. This led to the latest outbreak of stupidity you see portrayed in today’s three-panel drama.
The interesting thing is that it makes no difference which part of the Zodiac I claim squatting rights to, because the inevitable response is, “I knew it”. Look, as arbitrary systems of personality classification go, it’s as good as any other. Physiognomy and Phrenology are equally random, equally effective and equally moronic.
I know it would be a lot easier to nod and smile and go with the flow, because people are going to believe whatever the hell they want to believe anyway. It’s just that something perverse in my makeup prevents me from going that route.
I guess it must be because I’m a typical Cancerian.