This week's AstroBarry.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You might as well go along with the kooky plans being proposed by the self-assured social butterfly in your life. What's your other choice… to politely relieve yourself of that horrible claustrophobic pressure to have fun because another torrent of emotive commotion (private and personal? intricately intimately entangled with one other person?) demands your undivided attention? Must I insist, until I'm blue in the face, that you needn't have all your shit sorted out before seeking some leisurely steam-releasing entertainment?
That last sentence does sound a lot like what people have been saying to me lately. Only uh, "steam-releasing entertainment" had a much dirtier connotation.
I do find this interesting considering that I do have a fair number of "kooky plans" going on the first few days of September.
You're at a culmination of two main astrological themes that have persisted in dominating your focus over several months: (1) Your increased awareness of the internal bonds that tie you to deep pools of boundless emotion, drawn from your lived past or, perhaps, your ancestral history, which calls on you to (a) admit the truth, (b) get a handle on it, and (c) halt it from controlling your life. (2) The tremendous opportunities for growth in personal relationships, which stem from continually abandoning the predictable and flocking to groups of untraditional individuals in strange settings. The primacy of these two themes goes far to explain why I'm always urging you to suck up your moodiness, leave the house, obey your friends' urgings, and mingle with the oddest dames and fellows. You can ignore me all you want… but devoting every hour absorbed in your emotions won't make them any lighter, and think of what you might be missing out on in the meantime. You can do both, feel and have fun, I swear.
I suppose we shall see. Though about the only place I'm going to with guaranteed odd folks is probably the Scottish Games...well, 'nuff said there, I suppose.
I somehow have the impression that I should get adopted by a bunch of "If it's not Scottish, it's CRAP!" folks while I pick up a belt for my Utilikilt, and then go boink one or something.
