Horoscopes: Are you lucky for love today?
Remember the time or times you would grab a newspaper and go to the Horoscopes (or the Funnies, depending on who you ask)? How it would tell you your daily predictions and the events likely to transpire that day? Just what are those things, anyway? Why do they find it in their honor to say how fine you will be or how your day will go? Why do they always seem wrong? I mean, I wasn’t “lucky for love” today. Girls seem to elude me, so why do these gosh dang horoscopes feel obligated to trick me?
Well…maybe it isn’t so wrong after all. Hear me out, it does get really annoying how horoscopes seem to get our hopes up, only to smash and stomp them to the ground. However, what if the actual purpose of the horoscope isn’t to predict the types of emotions and events likely to happen but to give us something to put our hopes in? It’s kind of like how you bet on one person to win when a few people are playing a competitive game, instead of watching the fire burn through the rivalry of the foes for the heck of it. You’re putting your hopes into this person to win, and it gives you some ambition to keep watching. It’s virtually the same thing with a horoscope: you have hope in something. It acts as a drive to keep on going through the day, with the anxious wonder of the question “Will my horoscope come true? Will I finally be irresistible to the female kind?!?” Or other horoscopes…like, you know, being happy, world peace, or something like that.
However, some people may say that horoscopes are still bad when regarding the vast sections of birthdays they cover, and how it seems that they infer that every person in this quota has the same outcome. “What’s up with that, yo?” those people might say. Yes, some people might get their horoscope read out to them through the day events, word-for-word, but others might get the opposite: a wrong prediction.
Sure, understanding why people keep making horoscopes is fine and dandy, but what about the people who don’t have this luxury? People who were told they would be seen as a kind soul, and yet seem to have made new enemies that hate him/her every day. Think about it: there are also some terrible people in the world. What would their horoscopes be in their most prominent time periods of others’ distresses, “You are a beautiful flower that everyone will love to be around? The lives of everyone will be joyous when basking in your presence”? How do we know that the next born murderer isn’t a Sagittarius or a Pisces? I mean, there isn’t usually a horoscope depicting how you’ll feel when you commit your next murder or how people will love you for psychologically tormenting someone, is there? I always believe in looking at something with the basic concepts in mind, but changing the minorities or aspects. How is the same horoscope with two people of the same birth going to determine how both’ll act today?
It’s all applies to this type of philosophy. It isn’t the horoscope’s job to make sure it has all the facts straight for every person fitting the margin, but to give the people who aren’t huge buggers a chance to look forward to something in the day. For the people who are sexists or murderers, well, the horoscope doesn’t try to predict this because it goes against the view of “make people look into something” by ruining the lives of others close to said person, which means they don’t really care about those types of people. Otherwise they would be in the way of people who aren’t jerks. They really don’t need this type of detailed focus, showing that the horoscope is intended to be a pick-me-up. These forethought “aforementioned, flimsy horoscopes” are actually nice incentives to look forward to what could happen in a single day. The Placebo Effect also has a bit of a part in this, as you seem to focus more on this horoscope that, like how paranoia makes you more exaggerative and attentive to even the slightest sounds, makes you more alert to things that follow the established outcome. It also helps you see the tiny details that you don’t normally appreciate, like someone thanking you for something or just finding you interesting enough to be friends. It’s all par for the course, even if there are some heartbreaks or negative disasters…
You know, the horoble ones that you seem to scope out……and I’ll be leaving now.
