So just like that, my husband and mom who've been Aries are now Pieces, and I am a Gemini - a star sign that's been my least favourite. I wouldn't have minded being a Leo or a Scorpio, but a Gemini after all these years ? I cannot fathom the thought, but I'm also strangely relunctant to deny seeing the most part of me under the sign. With the discovery, some things - character flaws and traits are beginning to make sense concerning certain people surrounding me, including myself. Perhaps it's just an excuse I give myself for the conflicting personalities that I see in me. Or maybe there are so many sides to a person, and a stereotype of a star sign manipulates him phycologically to only see the traits that are general to a sign. As a dreamy teenager, indulging in star signs was romantic but as I got older, it took a backstand in my list of interests. Today, I look at it with a pinch of salt, fleeting between believing and disbelieving every now and then. It doesn't matter, really.
|The new line-up|
I wouldn't know if changes in the horoscope is something welcoming, but it sure is a big deal if it can turn one's world up site down. Think of all those who have had permanent zodiac markings on their skin! Removing tattoes, I hear, is a nasty process. Or those who have invested on lucky gem stones. Diamonds and rubies, which are on top of the Moh's scale of hardness, cost a big fortune.
So what's the deal like with the change ?
To embrace or not to embrace ?