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Does your zodiac sign actually describe you, your sex life or your relationships accurately in the slightest way?
Like most mumbo-jumbo, the whole 'zodiac sign personality' thing has always made me roll my eyes. Almost any of the supposed characteristics of each sign could apply to almost anyone at certain times or under certain circumstances. It's all vague enough and human beings are complex enough for the woo-woo of it to occasionally match reality and seem to have substance.
Yet despite that, over the years I find a bit of me almost somehow gives some of it a kind of credence, which aggravates me because I know it's balderdash.
For instance, Leos. They're meant to be bossy, self-aggrandising extroverts, although full of a warm passion that can sometimes mitigate their egos and make them loyal and good friends, or particularly good leaders in certain situations. Weirdly, pretty much every Leo I've known matches this description, either positively or negatively, but mostly negatively. On the whole, any time I've automatically disliked someone, found them insufferable or had to bail out of a friendship or relationship with them, they've turned out to be a Leo. I was at a party not long ago and a guy there was trying very hard to pick me up. There was something so aggressive and all-encompassing and self-asserting and self-absorbed about how he did it - the completely wrong way to appeal to me - that eventually, when he was suggesting I go back to his place, I just said, "Hey no offence but I just don't go out with Leos any more." He looked at me, totally stunned, and said, "How on earth did you know I was a Leo?" I burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, I myself am a Virgo. And even though I consider it all poppycock, I can't help but notice that I do have a lot of what are considered 'Virgo' characteristics that other people don't seem to have to the same degree. An intense attention to and fascination with intricate detail. A tendency to be drawn to, and skilled at, very detailed large scale projects. A sort of 'intellectual' cast of mind, loving science and art. A real insistence on reasoning and logic and an abhorrence of wooly thinking. These traits have their good sides, but can have drawbacks and even be obnoxious when they're not called for, despite the fact us 'Virgos' are generally, apparently, quiet and reserved, even shy, in person.
The main thing is that it annoys my sense of reasoning and logic and abhorrence of wooly thinking that the nonsense of the zodiac predicts exactly how I would react to it.
Relationship-wise, my best star sign match is Capricorn. Like I'm trying to emphasize, to me the zodiac is invented drivel. Yet I can't help but notice that all my best, strongest, most rewarding and easy-going, pleasurable relationships have been with precisely Capricorns. Argh! Shut up Sky Shape monsters! I don't believe in you!
At least when it comes to sex I can see that it's all made-up piffle. When I look up 'the zodiac and sex' this becomes clear. On the one hand sex with a Virgo is apparently "toe-curling" and our fastidiousness means that "I need to wash the sheets now" is what we're most likely to say right afterwards. Yet according to other people Virgos have "awesome sex skills" and of all the signs we are "the sweetest in bed".
Hmm, those last two things seem pretty accurate after all. Maybe there is something to it. Argh! No that's just the flattery of it working its voodoo!
So, um, what about you guys? Do you match your sign? Does your sex and relationship life match what the zodiac says about you? Are you like me and don't believe any of it but are baffled by those odd bits of spoooky resonance it sometimes has?
I got crabs.................oh, wait.
Sagittarius. It is uncannily correct on my attributes, but, of course, ridiculously incorrect on my faults!
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star! My
father compounded with my mother under the
dragon's tail; and my nativity was under Ursa
major; so that it follows, I am rough and
lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am,
had the maidenliest star in the firmament
twinkled on my bastardizing. -- Edmund in Act 1 Scene 2 of King Lear
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves... Cassius Act 1 Scene 2 of Julius Caesar
Who am I to argue with Shakespeare? And yet, for all my attempts at reason and logic, I can't seem to entirely dispense with some curiosity about astrology. Is it the infantile need for a simpler explanation to the complexity of human behavior? Or a pathetic way of absolving myself of certain ingrained habits of thought and action? Could it be that there is something real to a practice that has existed and fascinated mankind for thousands of years? I honestly don't know, which this supposedly decisive Aries finds quite disturbing. When asked about it, I usually respond flippantly by saying that all of the positive characteristics ascribed to my sign are self-evidently correct, while all of the shortcomings are ridiculously false. Damn! The quick resort to sarcasm--another Aries trait!
Am a Taurus. Seems accurate except for the sex part.