Friday, January 13, 2006
Sextrology
I went to Barnes & Noble last night. It never ceases to amaze me just how many books are introduced between my visits. In my aimless aisle wanderings, I found a book about astrology and how it relates to sex and relationships.
Big deal. Astrology books are a dime a dozen, right? They are always fun. I usually read them and get a cute chortle and quickly move on. I've never been big on following that stuff. But this one, THIS ONE is quite different. I'm a Taurus and I fit the mold about 65% of the time. This book nailed me. It knew my aspirations, my goals, my sexual preferences, my turn-ons, and even got part of my physical description right. My fellow Barnes & Noble-goer, a Gemini, was intently reading his copy of the same book next to me. He then shut the book and just said "I hate this book! It knows me too well". He put it down, promising never to look at it again. The rest of the evening, we would jab at each other making quips about how much one was like their description, getting more and more frustrated at the fact that a book knows you as well as they do.
Why do we get caught up in this stuff? Is there really scientific evidence to back it up? Or has Dionne Warwick really just infiltrated our lives through infomercials long enough that we have adapted to our prescribed traits? I have no clue, but you know I'm totally going to read my horoscope every day now to see what lies in store for me. I'm such a sucker.
Incidentally, today's horoscope is:
It's time to downshift. Slow your pace of life and languidly savor each delicious moment. It's time to reacquaint yourself with some luxuries and indulge in some favorite earthy treats you've ignored until now.
Savor each delicious moment, eh? The freaky thing is that this morning's Nature Valley Granola bar, which usually comes in packs of two, was stacked with three bars, allowing me to savor each delicious moment just a little bit longer. Interesting.
Big deal. Astrology books are a dime a dozen, right? They are always fun. I usually read them and get a cute chortle and quickly move on. I've never been big on following that stuff. But this one, THIS ONE is quite different. I'm a Taurus and I fit the mold about 65% of the time. This book nailed me. It knew my aspirations, my goals, my sexual preferences, my turn-ons, and even got part of my physical description right. My fellow Barnes & Noble-goer, a Gemini, was intently reading his copy of the same book next to me. He then shut the book and just said "I hate this book! It knows me too well". He put it down, promising never to look at it again. The rest of the evening, we would jab at each other making quips about how much one was like their description, getting more and more frustrated at the fact that a book knows you as well as they do.
Why do we get caught up in this stuff? Is there really scientific evidence to back it up? Or has Dionne Warwick really just infiltrated our lives through infomercials long enough that we have adapted to our prescribed traits? I have no clue, but you know I'm totally going to read my horoscope every day now to see what lies in store for me. I'm such a sucker.
Incidentally, today's horoscope is:
It's time to downshift. Slow your pace of life and languidly savor each delicious moment. It's time to reacquaint yourself with some luxuries and indulge in some favorite earthy treats you've ignored until now.
Savor each delicious moment, eh? The freaky thing is that this morning's Nature Valley Granola bar, which usually comes in packs of two, was stacked with three bars, allowing me to savor each delicious moment just a little bit longer. Interesting.
# posted by Jay @ 7:59 AM 
