... blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind

While shopping this weekend, I felt some sparks from the sales boy who was helping me. We talked and laughed and he suddenly asked me what my star sign was. After telling him that I was a Leo, his whole demeanor changed dramatically and he was suddenly bitter and cold. "You're a born cheater!" he told me as he turned and walked back to the register.

I was a little confused because he was in the middle of helping me with the clothes I had on and he just walked away. He knew very little of me and yet he chose to believe whatever he read in a $.99 astrological scroll that he purchased at a car wash.

A born cheater? The only thing that I cheated on was a Chemistry test in high school, and that really wasn’t even cheating. Sure, I had the answers to the multiple choice portion of the test. I only did it so I could see what my score would be without having to wait a bloody week. The point is that the sales boy didn’t know anything about me and he was holding out for a Gemini or something. What’s up with that? There is a definite possibility that he will go through life without ever meeting someone with that star sign. I think that astrology is a bunch of hooey. It’s fun to talk about, but it’s just stupid to let it dictate every choice you make in life. “Oh I can’t go out today because my horoscope told me that I’d have bad luck.” BAH!

Frank Herbert once wrote that to know the future is to be burdened by it. Forget variety! Uncertainty is the spice of life. Uncertainty is what keeps me going every day! Astrology takes all the fun out of life because people are locked into one idea and one way of living. Two people who are poised to get their swerve on should not be separated just because they were born under different stars.

Speaking of being under a star, I had that dream about Toby McGuire again.