Astrology, Just Not My Thing.

Everyone remembers the first time they came across astrological star signs. I remember mine was back in the early 2000s when myspace was still a thing. My older cousin introduced the concept to me. She didn’t exactly explain how one is assigned a star sign, she often just pop onto her myspace and exclaim “Oh, Taurus should be weary around goats! I should let my mom know.” Not exactly sure of this sorcery my cousin was talking about, I tended steer from the questions, she was big on scary witchcraft.


It took me sometime until I finally learned the beauties of the internet to realise, what astrological signs were and the significance it can play in one’s life. I soon researched and found out my own sign and was excited with the wonders I can learn about myself. It took me a while in research and years of being totally invested in the idea that astrological signs aren’t really always accurate and you are more than what your signs says.

Most people know that Astrological signs use the same generalising categories to help people relate to there star signs. Pick any Astrological sign trait and label it onto anyone. For instance, I mostly prefer to be a leader and in control of situations, but that doesn’t make me a leo. You can be witty and charming but that doesn’t make you a Scorpio. Everyone posses each of these traits inside them. It’s like saying sign because you have two eyes and you care about your mum you are a virgo. It’s pretty much saying you are a normal human being and you probably more than not posses this trait.

Now I am not saying there is anything wrong with knowing and being intersted in your Astrological Signs. I am just saying it’s kind of odd if you are 35 and believe that the reason why you hate raisins is because you are a Capricorn and you should avoid taking to gingers on Thursday. But to each its own, If you want to follow this system go for it. One could argue people have believed in Astrology for 100s of years. True, they also believe that alchemy was the tool that made up the universe, bit out-dated.

I do not believe being interested in Astrological as a young teenager is particularly a bad thing. Young adults like to put themselves in categories. They find it helps with creating a self identity, when only being on the planet for less then two decade. So if 13 year old Mary identifies as Pieces it’s not an appropirate time to laugh and state how naive she is. It also helps with making the world seem a lot less lonely. One can seem alone when they are billions of people on the earth, but hey that girl is an Aries just like me. If you ever wondered why reason why so many young adult novels focus on categorising people into groups (ie. Harry Potter, Divergent, Twilight), that’s why.

I believe the end goal, after all the categorisation, you can see the traits the make your identity through the different signs. Pick and choose the traits you see in these signs and see which ones you mostly care about are and passionate about. I care deeply about justice and balance in the world, similar to a Libra. I’m an individual who values truth and justice over emotions, that’s part of my personality.

I would just be cautious of goats.



Attempt number 4

My first attempt at blogging came in my 7th grade year. For a grade, I was required to set up an account and start blogging about books we read. I chose The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. I chose the book do to the fact the movie came out the year prior and I already read it. I was good at it. I often thought in my class, when we would have to read our blogs out to everyone, that mine was the best. My blog had personality and was interesting. I eventually stopped the blog due to being time consuming and I’ve never been any good at writing.

My second attempt came either 8th or 9th grade year. I was really interested in Media. All sorts, print, movies, music. So I started a blog. I remember my picture on wordpress was one of those stbaby-turtle-eats-strawberry-bigock images of the small turtle biting a large strawberry. Oh I was clever alright. I posted as many different people, even though I was only one person. Each person would be reporting on different media topics. I even got my friends to post sometimes when I didn’t feel like it. Posting every week was challenging at 14, I had other things to worry about. Though I assume the craze ended then when one of the friends that I exposed the blog to replied to one of my post. It was the same thing I wrote however each grammatical error was corrected and bolded. I was humiliated. So I closed that one too.

The third attempt wasn’t even a wordpress account. It was a tumblr. This was my 12th grade year. I was really into Doctor Who. So I created pictures, Fan art, and small text post about my new found joy. I enjoyed tumblr because unlike the silence I would get in my wordpress accounts, I would get actual feedback. I think I got 700+ notes on a picture once. But similarly to most of my other attempts, the hyped died, I was busy with other things, and I forgotten my password.

So here we are… Attempt number 4. Truthfully this is a spur of the moment thing. Searching on the inter webs hours of the day, as I do, something reminded me of blogging. I remembered, oh yeah I use to do that. I always enjoyed sharing my opinions, expertise, and life to others. Painting a picture of your life to someone else is magical to me. Though often times I hold back, it seems self-centred. However, this is the internet. No one cares and if they do, well then great. I remember my freshman year of college I had an english professor who would make us write everyday to one of our classmates. As poor as I am with the English language, grammar, and writing. I loved this class. I loved being able to write and not have to worry so much about my grammar. But just write. I loved how not only was my writing being read but responded to. My english teacher would say the only way you can get better at something is to practice everyday. And as a Music Major at the time, it made perfect sense.

Now here we are 4th attempt. Because the only way I can get better at it is practicing.