Zodiac

I don’t understand the Zodiac. I don’t understand its appeal. I don’t understand why people believe in it, yet are ashamed of admitting it. (“I don’t believe in it, I just look at it for fun. But sometimes it’s true! I really do get along with <some other sign> and not with <some other sign>, though! I only believe it when it’s true.”)

I don’t believe that there are exactly twelve kinds of people out there. I don’t believe that there are twelve events happening to all of humanity. I don’t believe that each newspaper and magazine has their own psychic who can neatly categorize people and events together according to birthdate.

I am an Aquarius.