For the gemini in you

Gemini. The twins. The perfect mix of ying and yang. Me.Not.

I don’t really get into the horoscope and astrology thing. But it seems that every time I tell someone my birthday, June 12. I’m greeted with this awkward look. A looks that says “here comes trouble” or “that explains a lot”, and I could never really explain it and; it was baffling to me. Until today, I did a little mini investigation of my own; to further my understand of what exactly it means to be a Gemini. I must say that most of what I read was true and a little amusing, and the other parts just insulting. Yes, I have a tendency to be moody, have great imagination, I can be fickle, restless, quick witted, and nosey. So What? When will people stop trying to generalize and pigeon-hole others. Why is it never just ok to be a person with your own unique characteristics? It made it seem like everything that made me great, had nothing to do with my up bringing or my general personality. Nope. Not at all. I am the way I am because I was born on the 12th of June. Ain’t that a bitch? A nasty fat bald headed one. And to think people spend their days reading horoscopes and planning their life around a couple of fucking stars and planets stars. WHAT? The only star I ever head about that even remotely mattered was the North Star, and that brought slaves closer to freedom. This being said; me and my split personality twin, are going to rule this whole Gemini explains a lot as just a mere coincidence. I am the way that I am because I FUCKING GREAT. Because sometimes I feel the need be nice and not so much. And June 12th just happens to be 9 months after my mom sexed my dad. So, I resign being referred to as a Gemini. Astrology is for the fucking hippies.