I'm a Pisces. When people meet me, they automatically assume I'm a Pisces without too much background information or deduction on their part. Why? Because I exude flightiness, quirkiness, flakiness, and all those other "ness" words that go along with the strangeness (see, there is another one) that is a Pisces. Being a Pisces also means that I put the "pro" in procrastination, which irritates me to no end. Damn it, I'm irritated with myself just thinking about how much I procrastinate.
Today I decided to look up my 2010 horoscope (see there, we are half-way into 2010, and I just now look up what the year has in store for me) on various horoscope sites on the net, and I found exactly what I thought I would: snippets and novellas on the quirkiness of the fish. Here is one:
"Pisces is a fickle minded sun sign. It is also the last sun sign of the zodiac. It signifies conflicting and clashing signals with a deep and wavering mind." (I got this from this site: http://www.horoscopes-love.eu/pisces-2010-horoscopes.php):
No shit! Usually when I meet a Pisces, I can tell immediately they are a Pisces without them divulging that highly classified information. Other signs, not so much. I match the characteristics of my sign perfectly...oh, and so does my betrothed, Poseidon. He is a Pisces as well, which means we never get anything accomplished. We dream and scheme, yet most of our plans never come to fruition. Drat.
Why am I sharing this? I don't know really. Today has been an odd day full of curious, conflicting little vignettes of memories, aggravation, annoyance, excitement, plans, etc. I feel exhausted. Like I've been on a roller coaster that tried to make me sick on purpose. I feel like I can't swim upstream, but I can't float back down stream either (enter me sighing here...through my gills).
--Fortuitous Observer
