Even though I get mocked mercilessly every time I admit it; I actually like horoscopes and, to an extent, I believe in them. And before you start asking whether I believe in fairies and unicorns too, hear me out.
I used to be like everybody else and just read horoscopes for the fun of it; they were something I checked without fail in the newspaper but never really took seriously.
Then one late night (clichéd, I know), I stumbled across an astrologer called Jonathan Cainer who was so spot on, it was like he had written the horoscope just for me. I was intrigued, but brushed it off as a coincidence. Yet, every time I went to check a forecast by Cainer, I was left feeling inspired and slightly uncomfortable about how right he seemed to be.
It led to me shunning the horoscopes found in magazines and newspapers, and searching for more well respected astrologers.
Perhaps it’s because Cainer recognises that free will can influence whether a forecast will be correct or not, maybe it’s because Cainer can admit he can make mistakes, or maybe I’m just exceptionally gullible, but he sparked off a deeper interest and belief of horoscopes in me.
I spent my summer reading astrology books, not just reading studying signs, but planets and trying to devise birth charts. It was fascinating.
Of course, my belief and interest in horoscopes hasn’t been based on blind faith alone; I looked for scientific evidence to help back up my argument for when I was getting ripped apart for my belief in them.
I found that the moon not only influences the tides, but also women’s menstrual cycles, so why can’t it influence our moods and energies?
For those still dubious of my argument, I don’t blame you. However, even if you don’t believe in them, horoscopes can still offer little nuggets of wisdom, make you smile, and even brighten up your day – and that’s hardly a bad thing.