When I was in high school I seriously believed in my horoscope. Before the internet existed I used to read them everyday in the newspaper. Every month I bought a scroll at the checkout counter at the grocery store. I couldn’t wait to get home and unroll my horoscope scroll and read all about what was going to happen that month. I used to get the Keen daily horoscope everyday in my email and there were a ton of other horoscopes that I read daily. But one day, my horoscope really let me down, so much that I never believed in horoscopes again.
It was Valentines Day my sophomore year of college. My day started out just fine, until my horoscope came in my email. They were usually pretty vague, but this one gave specific details. It said that someone who used to be a big part of my life had parted ways with me six months ago. The horoscope said I would see this person or hear from this person on that day. It was almost exactly six months ago that my ex and I had stopped talking, and … it was Valentines Day. And I still cared about him. I seriously thought it was a sign from above and that it just had to happen. So I waited all day. He never called, he didn’t show up, no Valentines Day card in my mailbox. Nothing.
It crushed me, but not my spirit. I still have cheesy and romantic dreams of living happily ever after and I believe that if something is meant to happen it will. Maybe someday I’ll be on a plane to Vegas to get married to this guy I’m not sure I really love (and I don’t know it, but he cheats on me). I had met another really sweet guy who I thought might be the one, but when I went to his house earlier to tell him I was falling for him, his ex answered the door wearing nothing but his Van Halen t-shirt (of course it was a big misunderstanding but I don’t know this). So I’m on the plane feeling kind of sorry for myself, but realizing that if I don’t get married I’ll have nobody, and face it, I’m not getting any younger. Then, suddenly, a song comes on over the loud-speaker. I recognize the voice. It sounds like that guy I was falling in love with. Then, the curtain to first-class opens and he comes walking out with his guitar, serenading me! My fiance tries to beat him up, but Billy Idol slams him with a food tray and I get to enjoy my song. And then … we kiss! Then we get married and live happily ever after. Mmmm, except I’m not Drew Barrymore, and I’m not in love with Adam Sandler …. and The Wedding Singer was a made up story, but it was a damn good movie!!!! Oh well, everyone has dreams, right? I’d settle for a hug, some flowers, and an “I love you”. Unfortunately the only guys who love me are related to me, and thankfully they don’t love me the way I need to be loved. I mean, that would be sick.
Anyways, there was a point to this and now I forget. Something about my horoscope I read today, which I have forgotten now and I’m too lazy to go back and read it. Instead you get the usual rambling I’m so good at. I don’t know why I never stay focused on one topic without getting sidetracked and going on about something else.