astrology seems to be ultra-popular on tumblr though. (I thought I was the only one who thought it was distasteful!)

Distasteful doesn’t even begin to cover it for me.  I dislike being lumped into a category because of something out of my control like the day I was born or the bits in my blood on principle anyway, but I share the same sign with three members of my immediate family, including the one who abused me, and the one who now excuses/minimizes that said abuse happened.  I can’t stand the idea that I just get arbitrarily classified into the same cutesy bullshit category as the narcissist who terrorized me and destroyed the confidence of me and my beloved brother.  Just put me right into the same neat little box as the man I have still have nightmares about weekly.  Cool.

When people use it as a measure for what your personality should be like, I want to scream.

‘Oh, your dad just has the traits but taken to a bad extreme!  Yours are used in different inwardly focused areas and -’ 

MAYBE BECAUSE HE ABUSED ME AND I WAS AFRAID TO LEAVE MY BEDROOM FOR SIX YEARS

I also share the sign with two extremely beloved friends, but we aren’t friends because we were all born in the same month.  We certainly aren’t friends because we’re all the kind of people who are going to throw vacuum cleaners at each other if upset.  It doesn’t feel like a fun game or an identity, it feels like a prescription trap.  My personality has nothing to do with being born a week after my dad’s birthday and everything to do with the fact that that birthday was his 20th (with my mom’s 19th a week later, yeehaw!) and he was a narcissistic and manipulative child who never should have had children himself.

I’m happy to find someone else who doesn’t enjoy astrology, honestly!