Existential Crisis

Suddenly I am not who I thought I was. Rather who the daily newspaper said I was. One of the roughly half a billion people born under the sign of the archer. So I am no longer painfully honest, nor child like, nor brightly oblivious to others nor any of the other things wise folk like Linda Goodman, or Bejan Daruwala said I had. Worse I think I am no longer fiery like fire signs.

 Maybe they have a new element  ( let it one of the cooler ones from the Android Alchemy game, maybe Radium if not....) for me- after all I am the newest of new, an Ophiucan. Or Serpentauran( sounds cooler). Actually I am not sure what to think of it. Half man half horse is very cool in a Greek mythology kind of way. But a person wrestling a serpent is either foolhardy or someone who needs a PETA intervention.  

And now I wonder if I am even compatible with Kalyan, who by his Taurean bullishness remains his sign. Or are we more compatible now than ever( provided we were zodiacally so in the first place). And then what becomes of my horoscope- and just when everything was supposed to begin to be awesome. Woe is me.

So pardon me while I make a few human sacrifices to some non-Babylonian deity, and ponder on who I really am. Though I am really glad I did not get any tattoos nor spend money on that sign-themed gold pendant.