A little whisper in the dark

I came across a little rhyme......

Who keeps an arrow in his bow,
And if you prod him, lets it go?
A fervent friend, a subtle foe
–— Scorpio

The topic of starsigns occasionally pops up in conversations among friends, and more than once I've been called a stereotypical Scorpio. The skeptics (and I am one of them) like to say that horoscopes, like the art of fortune telling (some would saying lying) is dependent on predictions being loosely ambiguous, yet seeming to hit the nail on the head. You'd have to be suitably primed in mindset to accept that a prediction applies to you......

But when more than a few people start dealing out that judgement, I'm having to give pause to think. Contrary to Fox Mulder, I don't want to believe. I don't want to believe that a horoscope can describe me exactly. People born under the same star sign can't all loosely behave the same, can they? They can't all be typical Scorpios......

But then, what to make of this? Would it be people knowing I'm a Scorpio, and thus seeking out the traits that suit the star sign, or perhaps by reading of my star sign, I decide I have the lee-way to be the person that my star sign predicts? Its all a little bit murky here.

Subconsciously, and I am probably closer to my subconscious now (after a stiff drink) than when I am perfectly sober, and perhaps a self fulfilling prophecy. Behavior deemed acceptable, because of the month I was born.

Or it could all be a coincidence that I happen to be the sort of person that's been described.

So, why then, do I willingly let my pride be bruised, why do I hide my envy, why do I give in, why am I feeling the way I am?

posted by Chung Leong @ 12:28 AM