Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A Word on Horoscopes

Have you ever noticed that while most of us say we don’t believe in horoscopes, we rarely, if ever, say we don’t read them. I know because I fall into this category. Even though I think it’s crazy that some people think a few sentences about life has universal application to everyone born between April 20th and May 20th (I’m a Taurus), I still have my horoscope pop up on my home page everyday.

Some people say that horoscopes are really just a vehicle to help you look at your life in a different way, not a guide for how your day or life is going to go. And I have to say, I completely agree. More often than not, I read my horoscope and say “I wish my life was like that. Even if just for a day.”

The other day, my horoscope read something along the lines of “Something crazy will happen today, go with it and all will be good.” I’m a more-or-less at home mom with two school aged boys who are into all the sports and things that require me to drive 60 miles a day all within a five miles radius of our home. Having something crazy and unexpected happen might be kind of exciting, especially since the horoscope made it sound like it would be a fun/crazy thing and not a bad/crazy thing. I felt strangely let down when life proceeded as usual that day.

Just yesterday, my horoscope read that I should jump into the (assuming) metaphorical pool with both feet and everything will be good. I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean signing up to head the Ice cream Social at school.

But then there is The Onion. If you are anything like me, you need to include a weekly reading of your horoscope on this site. While all the others tend to remind me of the monotony of life (and I have to say, thank god for that because really, while I would love for my life to be like my horoscope on some days, who could handle all that excitement every day?? Yesterday I was supposed to jump into the pool, but today I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut), The Onion reminds me that even though my life is a pretty routine suburban life, I can still appreciate sarcasm and political incorrectness. Although I suppose as a Taurus I should be careful since, according to the powers that be at The Onion, “You’ll be pulled over by the grammar police this week, asked to slowly step out of your car, and then beaten mercilessly for using a double negative.”

I don’t not think that will happen, but I’ll let you know.