helpful stars, helpful planets

I just read a full page write up in RUSSH magazine on what 2010 holds for me according to astrology.

Afterward I felt nothing.  No huge revelation, no gasp of relief, nothing. That’s because I basically don’t believe in star signs, and why I continue to read them I have no idea. 

Every magazine, newspaper, or paparazzi rag I get my hands on, I routinely flick to the star signs.  Sometimes my friends and I will read them together:

‘It’s bad luck to read your own’,

‘I’m on the cusp but have always felt more like a Virgo’. 

This type of talk is always bandied about, but what does it really mean? And where does all this come from?

Reading star signs (then laughing about their absurdity) is one of the many things I seem to do a lot without really understanding why I bother in the first place.  It’s the same cycle as drinking too much, wondering why I drink too much, vowing to never do it again, and then doing it again the following weekend.

I think what really gets me is the safety net of lists employed by astrology writers out there: ‘life, travel, work, or romantic situations may change this month’. Surely something in that could vaguely apply to everyone?

Or maybe I’m just being a kill joy, after all, star signs are pretty harmless. In fact, I’ll probably be eating my words by the end of the year, because lucky Librans like myself have the biggest prize of all in store:

‘By the time you reach New Years Eve 2011, you may realise that almost every area of your life changed and became revitalised’.

xx