A Treasure Found at Home

there are some days when i really, really love my horoscope. this week’s from astro barry (http://astrobarry.com) is one of those that makes me want to print it out and roll around in it. i’m also starting to suspect my horoscopes are a year late but, whateves… this one rocks.

LIBRA (September 23-October 22): No, you’re not crazy. You’ve just hit a limit to how much of other people’s headache-inspiring garbage you can possibly take. Stop yourself before you begin to apologize to them for… I don’t know exactly what, but you certainly don’t owe anybody an ‘I’m sorry’ for needing space from ‘em. (They should probably apologize to you for filling your head with their yammerings-on, but I wouldn’t hold your breath for that.) If it’ll make you feel better (and I’d suggest it will), just shut yourself in and scream. Write horribly self-indulgently gothy journal entries. Throw darts at the pictures of them tacked to your bedroom wall. Use vulgar language… a lot of it. But please, Libra, don’t bother yourself with the pointless conversations on topics you couldn’t possibly give less of a shit about. They won’t go anywhere productive. All the while, you’ll feel those nagging social pressures to grin and nod and interject enough short phrases to indicate what an engaged listener you are… and all the while, those gestures will actually hurt (in the same way that dark-and-gloomy Wednesday Addams was locked in the ‘Harmony Hut’ in big-screen sequel Addams Family Values and subjected to scenes from Annie and The Sound of Music until she ‘broke’). Are you a masochistic? If not, then get the hell away from the chirpy folks who might otherwise drive you into seizures from the onslaught of their technicolor trivialities. Go home, lock the door, and grumble and gripe to your heart’s content.