Are we really expected to accept our new astrological signs???
There are things I am absolutely willing to accept.
I accept that it is very near the end of September, and the mornings now have dew on the grass, and on my SUV. I happily accept that this means that evenings out now require a sweater or light jacket. I not only accept this, but I love it. I also joyfully accept pumpkin spice latte season; the fact that my dogs fart and snore when we have sleepovers, and that I am only 5’4″ tall.
What I am not happy about, nor do I intend on jumping on board with “accepting it,” is the notion that I am now a Taurus, the same as my husband. No. No thanks. I love that HE is a Taurus, he makes a great Taurus. Everything about being one suits him. But me, as a Taurus? No. It doesn’t work. I’m very much a Gemini. Besides if I now become a Taurus my family will no longer be able to say things like; “table for three” when only one of them is accompanying me out to dinner. Or stuff like; “if we wait five minutes we can talk to the other you.” All tongue in cheek jabs that they pull on me because I am a Gemini. To now have to become a Taurus would be like telling me I wasn’t born with blonde hair and blue eyes. That it’s just an illusion that has been created by the sun, and how it reflects off the planet Uranus, that really my hair is ginger, and my eyes are brown.
I mean, I know that what I just typed isn’t even possible, and reads really dumb, but it stays, because this how seriously dumb I think it is that NASA, has brought this all up, 3000 years AFTER knowing that there always have been 13 constellations. Don’t we have enough to deal with NASA, I mean Donald Trump might become President of the USA. Don’t add any more fuel to the freak out fire. Please, I beg you.
And never mind me not wanting to be a Taurus, but what about all the people who were cruising through life thinking they were a groovy Sagittarius, and now they’re a Ophiuchus. How do you even pronounce that? And what are their character traits? Apparently many people are actually FREAKING OUT, I guess feeling as if their entire lives have been one big lie, and how could NASA do this to them?? I’m not freaking out, it’s not as if I live by my horoscope, in fact never even read it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I will not accept the idea that I am a Taurus. Regardless of science and shit. I’m just not going to do it.
From one of the articles I read online on: http://www.sciencealert.com/stop-freaking-out-nasa-did-not-just-change-your-zodiac-sign, about this revelation, it appears that NASA wants absolutely zip, zero, zilch to do with this whole panic attack.
“As NASA spokesperson Dwayne Brown told Ria Misra at Gizmodo:
“We didn’t change any Zodiac signs, we just did the math. The Space Place article was about how astrology is not astronomy, how it was a relic of ancient history, and pointed out the science and math that did come from observations of the night sky.”
Although I’m not panicked, and I will not subscribe to the notion of being a Taurus, I did almost reach for my laptop to email the woman who does my astrological charts every few years for me, to get her thoughts on all of it. But then I thought, to hell with math, and science, I never was very good at either; I’m going to continue to walk through life, happily on a Gemini bubble, thank you very much. Let’s leave the freaking out for the story writers and readers of Cosmo, and Marie Claire.
What say you? What are you going to choose to do about all this?
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…
