As you may or may not have picked up from previous posts, I’m a little into astrology. I read my horoscope every day and a colleague and friend, we’ll call her Miss Comeback (because she always has a witty comeback) even brings in a copy of The Metro for me to see what the stars say for me. You may also have picked up that this week has been, well, pretty shit to be honest. So a few days ago I delved a little deeper into my stars (mainly out of boredom, very quiet week) and couldn’t help but smile when some personality traits were identified in my birth chart.
Now I know some of you will shake your head and say ‘as if every person can be broken down into 12 personality types’. Of course they can’t, that’s just silly. But when you do a birth chart, based on your time and location of birth, it breaks it down and gives you quite a comprehensive overview of things. Of course not everything marries up, but for me anyway, a lot of stuff does and actually it made me feel much better about the crap week I’ve had. So, let’s see what I’m talking about here.
I’m a Taurus – but not a stereotypical one. In fact, I hardly identify with many of the supposed Taurean traits such as having endless patience, being placid and hating change to name a few. When I went through the individual areas of my birth chart, these are what I found and what struck a chord:
- Moon in Aries: lack of restraint (tick), impulsive (huge tick), impatient (even bigger tick). Instant gratification rules. Anyone who knows me (and that probably includes you guys by now) knows that when I want something, I want it instantly. In fact, I can barely distinguish between wanting something and needing it. To me, they’re pretty much one and the same thing. Prone to emotional outbursts/tantrums (erm…yes that’s also true) and easily bored. Crap with money (definitely true). It all sounds terrible, I know, but the good things? Lunar Arian’s play it straight – no games. We love the thrill of the chase when it comes to relationships (true, to a point). We like real men, and reading this made me laugh. I’d told Mr Double-Barrel (still in the bad books) that I don’t do pretty boys. He was initially offended until I explained that by pretty boy, I meant a guy who takes longer than me to get ready, gets pedicures/manicures/facials…essentially, someone who possesses the air of Zac Efron. We like our men rough (hell yes) and ready. And they better be able to fight back.
- Venus in Aries: so by now, I’ve realised Aries is one PUSHY sign. And I have a lot of it in my birth chart. It was this section that really struck me as being accurate on the many, many websites I read up on. Things I identified with? We pursue our love interests like a fly around shit (massive tick), even to the point of obsession. We’re intense and we fall quickly for the object of our affection but we’re prone to losing interest very quickly. We don’t appreciate game playing or having to over-analyse things when it comes to matters of the heart. The word impulsive comes up (again). I sense a theme, here.
- Finally, I have Mars in Scorpio. Apparently, this makes me a formidable opponent, prone to angry outbursts. Well, I can get a bit over-competitive at times. Passionate, intense and a bit obsessive. Yeah, OK. I do research into my love interest. Starsign, interests, yada yada yada. Again, a theme occuring here. And, if you believe everything you read – a raging nymphomaniac. This is apparently the highest sexed of all placements. Could explain why I’ve been grouchy the last few days. At least if Mr Double-Barrel hadn’t cancelled on me I’d have had the option of getting laid.
I found it all very interesting and in some ways comforting too. If you believe in astrology like I do (beyond the ones printed in the papers and magazines) then it means this is just part of my make-up. And if someone doesn’t like it, there’s nothing I can do to change it. I’d thought this week that maybe I was too intense for Mr Double-Barrel, or Mr Music etc. Maybe I should learn to tone it down a bit. And then after reading this stuff I thought, actually, no. It’s like I have a licence to be these things now. It’s OK for me to really, really need xyz because it’s just part of my personality to obsess about getting it until I do. It’s fine for me to fall totally in lust with someone because it’s just the way I am. It doesn’t mean I’ve actually met the love of my life and we should skip down to the registry office to say ‘I do.’
Of course, this may all just be useless mumbo jumbo, but at the moment, it’s putting things into neat little boxes and making things seem a bit clearer in my life. And that, surely, has to be a good thing.