THOUGHTS
I think a lot, I can't help it. You'll find out soon
enough.
(normally when doing something mundane)
Horoscopes
Take one horoscope sign, one idiot and one ice-cream, and what do you get? Confused mostly.
I’ve got a funny feeling about all this…
I don’t know about you, but I kind of meander through life. I get up because my alarm clock tells me too, and I drive to work, because the route is quickest, and I shop where I can find the right brands that are presented to me on TV. I’m in control of my life and that’s that.
There is a hiccup though. And its called Russell Grant (and all the other astronomical variations).
Every now and then I check my horoscope, just to confirm that it really is all a load of old vague rubbish that some one made up thinking that they have some mystical power over the mere mortals of the planet, of which I am one. But the trouble is, more often than not I’m finding the words regarding moi (Taurus) to be very appropriate indeed. And this is a little unnerving.
In my world, Aliens don’t exist, neither does God, I’ll deflate if I press my belly button too hard and horoscopes are mumbo jumbo. Therefore it pains me to think that there just might be something in this astrological malarkey that has some substance.
But what and how, I’ve no-idea. I guess if I’m pushed to think about it. We’re all built from massive chunks of water, the moon effects the sea and possibly the date that we’re born could correspond with a lunar cycle moment that acts as a personality template for the rest of our lives. Now then, that ‘factual’ part of the horoscopes and astrology, I can deal with.
How exactly they figure out that if I’m buying a house in the next month, then to hold off for a bit until my Saturn is aligned correctly and my fridge has defrosted allowing access to those mars bar ice-creams from last summer, I’ll never know.
To say I’m occasionally spooked is an understatement.
Whats the fear exactly? I already believe in fate and that my life is walking a certain direction whether I like it or not, so whats the big deal? Surely this ‘spook’ could be a confirmation of my own beliefs anyway? Well yeah, but no, but yeah.. I think it’s the thought that, someone else might know me just as well if not better than I know me, and I don’t like that so much.
Ergh, my brain hurts now. Cheers Rus… but I guess I can at least access those ice-creams now.
