And That's...the Horoscopic Truth

Have you ever seen the movie "The Ugly Truth?" Yes, I am Katherine Heigl's in a way. Actually, I was more like her before I saw "Up in the Air," but I digress.

My point is that beyond the boy vs. girl, man vs. woman, male vs. female relationship struggles, there is another type of struggle. Just look to the stars.

I'm talking about astrology and Horoscope signs. ...if you continue to read this post, I'm glad that you have joined us, fellow non-skeptic.

The day in which we arrive on this planet reveals to some extent about who we are. I'm not insisting on Signs from the sun, but our individuality and uniqueness. Okay. Enough.

My rant can be traced back to the day that I found out that I was a Water Bearer. What the heck is that? My birthday falls on January 23. My astrological sign is the Water Bearer, which means that anyone's birthday who falls between January 21 and February 18 is considered an Aquarius. After learning about this "fact," I immediately wanted to know whose sign each one had, and thus I was "brain washed."

Well, my mom is an Aries, my dad is also an Aquarius and my sister is a Capricorn....and my grandfather is also an Aries, and my grandmother is a Libra.

Upon recognizing these astrological facts, I begin to think about types of interactions with different people. Then it hits me. There are particular positive and negative relationships which I have with different people according to their Sign! Brilliant! (sarcasm)

My mom and I are a fire/air sign combination. She has a tough yet assertive approach to stressful and frustrating situations, which is the reason why her help has blessed me. My dad and I are an air/air combination, meaning that one thing goes through his ear when I talk to him and out the other. I have difficulties talking to my dad sometimes (actually most of the time) and I do not feel as close to him, given that remark. My sister and I are an air/earth combination. She is very grounded in what she does and does not need her "big sister" to help her in any aspect of her life. Disrespect, in my opinion. Whatever.

My grandfather and I are also an air/fire combination, and he is very similar to what kind of relationship I have with my mom. My grandmother and I are an air/air combination, however, she is a Libra and Libras are known for keeping balance (and peace) in most relationships. I do not see my grandmother as frequently as I would like to, and I feel that this is a life struggle which I currently have.

Everyone else's sign? Well, if you're a Leo, then we'll probably be good pals and may get along great together. If you're a Gemini, we'll probably chit-chat really well, and I may kick your butt in arguments every once in a while. If you're a Sagittarius, we'll probably have problems. Of all the people I know who have a sign of Sagittarius, I've never had a good relationship with. Ugh. Wishful thinking on that note.

What about Virgos? They're really cool to listen to, however, I do not think they would want to hang around me with my so-called "aloof" ideas. Taurus people are pretty cool because they converse like they know what they want and are aggressive...a little too aggressive for my taste. Pisces are sweet people, kind and really interesting to me. Most of them have inspired me in my life, including my late grandmother. Scorpio people...I have no comment. Really. I do not. And lastly...cancer people. Crabby? Yes, but you're not supposed to tell them that! They do a great job...with everyone else except me.

The one sign in which I would like to really connect with is a Libra. I feel like they really know me well and can conduct themselves in public really well. A friendship with them would be awesome, but I feel like that will never happen. I attended one summer camp during high school, and I was in awe of this guy I met. I kept thinking to myself, 'Is this really happening?' I was so happy. Could not stop smiling. We were dancing at the camp dance on this old skating rink with other campers, and I did not want to leave. Once the dance was over, and I was walking with some camp friends back to the "cabins," I was tapped on the shoulder by him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. My friends let out a "Oohhh!" noise, and I was a tiny bit embarrassed. I so enjoyed that moment!

Basically, this guy was a Libra after I found out his birthday from asking him earlier. To this day, I am convinced that this is the truth. The best friendship I will have will be with a Libra. Is that crazy or what?

Yep. Crazy.

And that's...the Horoscopic Truth.

- JW