Harrowing Horoscopes
I don’t know whether to believe in Horoscopes or not. When I read them in the daily newspapers, most of the time they were predicting love. Romance is around the corner, many of them wrote. Kept me going though. I tried flirting with my colleagues, hoping for the prediction to come true. I looked around when travelling. Maybe a girl was noticing me. I just needed to smile. But nothing ever worked out. At the end of the day, I slumped, lonely and dejected, just like I was when I started the day.
That’s why I gave up on Horoscopes. It let me down numerous times. I don’t think the prediction works. I couldn’t be sanguine about it anymore.
After a long time away from it, I returned today. When I read the message in a local newspaper, it gave me shivers. For the first time, there were no rosy messages about love, health and wealth. Instead, the horoscope forecasted doom. Stop spending, it said. You’ve flashed your credit card out too many times. Cull the habit. Or, dept will gnaw you till your grave.
I remember my face heating up, reading the message. Never had that happened. Sweat instantly appeared on my palms. The message hit me where it mattered. I had indeed been shelving out my card wantonly. Shoes worth £ 50 yesterday. A Liverpool football T-shirt day before. Organised a barbecue party on Sunday. The Farnborough Air Show on Saturday. I’d become a prodigal spender, without even realising it. Good god, I had to stop.
I’d probably have bought a T-shirt on my lunch break today. In Green Park where I work, the shops are designed to lure people in. The exhibits in the windows seriously entice you. I wanted to go in but I didn't. I did venture inside one of the biggest bookstore in London, and looked at lots of different books. I wanted to buy one. But I didn’t. The doom day horoscope was too strongly engraved in my head.
It probably was a good thing and a lucky thing to read the horoscope then. Maybe they do work when they’re not predicting things, and are only reminding you of what you should be doing, like of my spending spree. I’ll probably read again tomorrow. If it’s about love, I’ll stop immediately. If it’s something else, I think I should heed.
I don’t know whether to believe in Horoscopes or not. When I read them in the daily newspapers, most of the time they were predicting love. Romance is around the corner, many of them wrote. Kept me going though. I tried flirting with my colleagues, hoping for the prediction to come true. I looked around when travelling. Maybe a girl was noticing me. I just needed to smile. But nothing ever worked out. At the end of the day, I slumped, lonely and dejected, just like I was when I started the day.
That’s why I gave up on Horoscopes. It let me down numerous times. I don’t think the prediction works. I couldn’t be sanguine about it anymore.
After a long time away from it, I returned today. When I read the message in a local newspaper, it gave me shivers. For the first time, there were no rosy messages about love, health and wealth. Instead, the horoscope forecasted doom. Stop spending, it said. You’ve flashed your credit card out too many times. Cull the habit. Or, dept will gnaw you till your grave.
I remember my face heating up, reading the message. Never had that happened. Sweat instantly appeared on my palms. The message hit me where it mattered. I had indeed been shelving out my card wantonly. Shoes worth £ 50 yesterday. A Liverpool football T-shirt day before. Organised a barbecue party on Sunday. The Farnborough Air Show on Saturday. I’d become a prodigal spender, without even realising it. Good god, I had to stop.
I’d probably have bought a T-shirt on my lunch break today. In Green Park where I work, the shops are designed to lure people in. The exhibits in the windows seriously entice you. I wanted to go in but I didn't. I did venture inside one of the biggest bookstore in London, and looked at lots of different books. I wanted to buy one. But I didn’t. The doom day horoscope was too strongly engraved in my head.
It probably was a good thing and a lucky thing to read the horoscope then. Maybe they do work when they’re not predicting things, and are only reminding you of what you should be doing, like of my spending spree. I’ll probably read again tomorrow. If it’s about love, I’ll stop immediately. If it’s something else, I think I should heed.
posted by Faris at 7:27 am
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