I’ve long been frustrated by my astrological sign. As a November 22 birthday, I dangle on the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius, and oft wish to be one or the other so I’m not loafing about in no man’s land. I feel identity-less, especially when people say, “He’s such a Taurus,” or “Well, what do you expect from an Aries?”
Me? I’m neither one nor the other, not here or there, a little bit wishy and a little bit washy. Honestly, I think I’d rather be a Sag, because they seem so fiery and joie de vivre, unless you totally piss them off, rather than a Scorp, which…wait, is that the one you don’t want to piss off?
For this week’s PROMPTuesday, write your own horoscope. Make it reflect your hopes and dreams, or go 180 and David Lynch with it. Whatever you do, make it yours. I’ll just sit here and wait. ‘Cuz that’s how us Scorp-Sags roll.
Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here.
Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.
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