I read my horoscope in the free local paper every week before throwing it away. I have ADHD, so, I generally do not remember whatever it says about the week, almost as soon as I toss it out. So I don't/I am unable to adequately keep track of the hits and misses.
But I don't believe it at my core either. I can see and reverse engineer how the writer got the specific horoscope for mine. During February, there's a lot about surprises, commitments, and relationships. During November and December, since Leo's are typically extroverts(I am not, by the by) the writer will put things like "you're going to be a host of a big event with lots of friends and family". No. No I won't. You would need to strap me down and drug me to get me to hold a party or host an event.
Anyway there's little things like that where obviously the writer was sitting at their cubicle in the local newsroom with a description of characteristics of each zodiac sign and a trending calender right in front of them. And they went, "here's what seems most likely...." creative writing.
I do occasionally get a superstitious spooky feeling, like "oh. Actually. THIS one sounds like it might fit for me and what is going on lately..." Anytime that happens, I imagine the writer in their little cubicle in the back corner of this cramped room, with stale coffee and a deadline, and I remember how sure they were that I, with my aversion to ATTENDING such things, thought I was going to HOST Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner for a big family. And I chuckle to myself and toss the paper into the bin we use to collect burnables. I tend to use the local circular they put in the mailbox as a starter for the burn barrel.
But I don't believe it at my core either. I can see and reverse engineer how the writer got the specific horoscope for mine. During February, there's a lot about surprises, commitments, and relationships. During November and December, since Leo's are typically extroverts(I am not, by the by) the writer will put things like "you're going to be a host of a big event with lots of friends and family". No. No I won't. You would need to strap me down and drug me to get me to hold a party or host an event.
Anyway there's little things like that where obviously the writer was sitting at their cubicle in the local newsroom with a description of characteristics of each zodiac sign and a trending calender right in front of them. And they went, "here's what seems most likely...." creative writing.
I do occasionally get a superstitious spooky feeling, like "oh. Actually. THIS one sounds like it might fit for me and what is going on lately..." Anytime that happens, I imagine the writer in their little cubicle in the back corner of this cramped room, with stale coffee and a deadline, and I remember how sure they were that I, with my aversion to ATTENDING such things, thought I was going to HOST Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner for a big family. And I chuckle to myself and toss the paper into the bin we use to collect burnables. I tend to use the local circular they put in the mailbox as a starter for the burn barrel.
