Logical Moi
Tue, September 1, 2009
Filed under: Musings
In case anyone had every doubted, I’d like to point out that (most of the time) I’m an incredibly logical person. I laugh at any kind of fortune-telling. As such, in true “I don’t really need to prove stuff, but will do so anyway” fashion, I shall now devote an entire blog entry to said stuff.
Once upon a time, yours truly had the poor insight to sign up to yet another site, which implied memorizing yet another set of username and password. The webmasters of said site weren’t happy to merely add to the burden of an already stressed out memory. Oh no, they decided to also offer to spam said person, in an apparent offer of … I’m not entirely sure what exactly. The underlying intent seemed to be hinting towards the large amount of goodwill the authors possessed. In other words, I was asked if I wanted to subscribe to the daily horoscope. I agreed.
Statistically speaking, my horoscope rarely comes true, but that has yet to stop me from checking it out. Well… except for the weekends, when I choose to sleep in for half the day.1
As of late the author(s) seem to have been hit by some sort intimidation-bug, foreseeing all sorts of misfortunes for my day. Because, you know, the regular amount is going out of fashion, or something.
“Be careful about what you say to your coworkers. Your rival could unexpectedly betray you.”
Obviously, I walked on eggshells the whole dratted day, worrying over every little IM. I even spent some ten minutes fretting over a seemingly innocent stick-out-tongue smiley (i.e.
) Everything was of course made worse, by the fact that I hadn’t got the slightest idea of who my rival might be. I still don’t.
“Your enemy has finally shown his/her true colors. However your positive energy today will stop him/her from openly confronting you.”
My mind immediately flew towards some of those old Western movies with Clint Eastwood twirling his guns at me.2 It did mildly occur to me, that only those who sing songs of the “manele” genre seem to have enemies here… oh and politicians3.
And today’s grand finale:
“Do NOT try to argue today. Postpone it for another day. You’re much too stressed for it.”
For once, I’m proud to say that I merely rolled my eyes. Largely because I was half asleep, sans any kind of will to even acknowledge the existence of the word stress. Let alone act on it.
Do you read your horoscope? Does it ever prove to be accurate?
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1 after which, it becomes largely irrelevant (IMO, of course).
2 I have no illusions about being the good guy ![]()
3 but let’s not get too carried away.
I don’t read them everyday, but if I happen by a display with them on it, I will. It plays on the radio in the mornings too, so when I’m scheduled later in the morning to go to work, I’ll listen for mine on it then. I don’t have any recollection of them ever having anything to do with my life, let alone what I go through on that particular day. … Probably because as soon as I read/hear them I promptly forget all about it.
But it’s fun to look up how your personality fits into your sign’s overall tendencies.
Vera: when I still lived at home, that’s how I’d be woken up by dad – listening to the TV/radio which usually had the horoscope.
I’ve not read about my horoscope for the past few years. I used to do in the past. However, I take them with a pinch of salt though. I just read and forget about it so I’m not even sure if it’s accurate.
Vera: your approach is obviously the healthy one, unfortunately … I tend to forget the “pinch of salt” part and just plain “take them”
I haven’t read my horoscope in a year. But, every once in a while I check it. Normally, I read the one from the day before, so that I can be smug and like, “wtf? That didn’t happen. I didn’t even go to work. How could I possibly have meet a rival.” My horoscopes never make sense, anyway. Can you tell that I don’t believe in them, at all?
Vera: In theory I don’t either, it’s just that… that… -.-;
I LOVE your design
I like the colors and everything
Vera: Thanks
Hehe, ok :b
I avoid horoscopes because they are so damn vague. They often predict things which will most likely happen, or scenarios you will be watching out for anyway. For example, my horoscope this week says “You think you face a tricky situation.” I think that describes the life of EVERYONE I know seeing as we all deal with tricky situations on a daily basis. Come on! Where’s the “Jupiter’s alignment tells me that at 8pm you will go to the opera.” horoscope?
Vera: maaaaan you people and your boring horoscopes.
Mine is currently telling me that I’ll have trouble shaking off my lethargy (has been extremely lethargic for the past 2-3 days).
A while ago I signed up for Astrology.com’s daily horoscope mailings, and I must say they’re usually eerily accurate. Sometimes in a roundabout way that I don’t realize until the end of the day, but still. For instance, about a month ago my horoscope said something about having “increased energy” that day. HAH, I thought to myself, I’m tired and grumpy and on my way to work. How could I possibly have increased energy?
Well, as it turns out, I got to work and begrudgingly began my day, and by the time lunch rolled around, I found I had completed twice as much work as I had by noon the day before.
Recently, I started developing interest in this guy I’ve been talking to, who’s much more of an intellectual than… well… anyone else I’ve ever known. We pick each others’ brains all the time, always learning new things from each other. Today’s horoscope:
If you’re looking for love, now is the time to try someone new and maybe quite different from your usual type. Your mind is the best resource you’ve got, so seek out someone who resonates with you mentally.
Creepy, no?
I read my horoscope every now and again, but I never take any of it seriously. My horoscopes are always riddled with negative, paranoid suggestions like the ones you’ve been getting recently. I’m a firm believer of not worrying about things until I’m 100% sure something bad will happen (which is probably why I dismiss my horoscopes). They’ve never really been right.