Well that's got to be up there with one of the most fudging ridiculous excuses someone's given for my state of single-doom (Like single-dom but with the likely event of a zombie apocalypse) . The fudging expletives that I started when given this excuse can only be outweighed by my lengthy damnation of the astrology practice.
I do love the way the human race has concluded that your birth date dictates your personality and general being. The thing that really gets me is that it's not specific!? It's just 'if you were born in September you will be a money grabbing dick'. So everyone who was born in September can not be trusted.
If we actually abided to these rules mass monthly culling would be put in place while our world became an ant society dictated by those born in January and decorated by those in May! However the bonus would be that there would never be any surprises as all life would be predicted. I could expect an unexpected visitor on the 17th.. if you tell me about it it's not unexpected!
The amazing thing is that people actually believe in this; the worst of all predictive forms. They open their horoscopes to actually believe they are going to be squished by a piano, along with the other 3 billion people who were born in that month, all due to a ball of gas 6.2 billion light-years away that's probably already dead.
Dead.. that's what my relationship status currently stands at- Dead. And it is NOT because my bull shoved his horns up Uranus to skewer his crab!
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