One of the things I least like about myself is my unholy passion. When my friends or strangers talk to me about the occult, witchcraft and the horoscope, I have the choice to either pretend I don’t know such things or be truthful that I’m a bit of an expert.

I have tried, naturally, to suspend my pesky disbelief or knowledge, especially about reading my horoscope in the paper or the internet. To tell you honestly, it’s the first thing I look for when there’s a newspaper around. That and the gossip section are the only ones that take my interest. Well, can you blame me? It’s the only section in the whole paper that talks about me and what would happen to me during the day. So, I read it religiously.

I did have some instances when I realized that my horoscope was going against me. Like some kind of bad luck or a series of bad relationships. Those times I wished I were a Gemini or an Aquarius rather than a Pisces. That way it would be easier to enjoy reading my horoscope and I would feel more comfortable because people under the Aquarius sign tend to have more fun. By the way, Pisceans are emotional, to say the least.

So I would sometimes pretend to be an Aquarius or a Gemini knowing all too well that my birthday month is February. But it didn’t work. Because believe it or not, my horoscope had its way of making me realize that I’m a true-blue Piscean. Besides, I couldn’t stop myself from peeking at my old horoscope and anticipating my own “real” events.

Some days there would be hints of romance. Other days would be to take precautions on business dealings. Other times would talk about family and problems in the homefront. And some about travel and leisure. See, my life is full with horoscope around.

I’ll never stop reading my horoscope. Not until something comes along that would tell me my luck is changing for the better.

photo: by daxster78