Along with some highly embarrassing and disturbing events which occurred in the land of maple syrup, I did manage to pick up a thought from a Canadian newspaper. Usually when I take in the daily news stories from the broadsheet, I tend to just skim read my horoscope for a lark- I don’t believe a word of it. Ever since the stars told me I was going to find myself amongst substantial wealth about 2 years ago Ive given up with them. Maybe The Fates have are waiting for the best exchange rate for my owed money, but until I land in a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I wont be seriously digesting the horoscopes.
However there was, in this specific one, quite an enterprising thought and a rather adhesive notion that seems to have taken root in my mind and refuses to be unstuck until I have thunk it over and taken it on board somehow. This particular prediction seemed,at the time I read it, to really mean something and it was not a hard task to relate it to my own personal situation.
Let me explain.
However there was, in this specific one, quite an enterprising thought and a rather adhesive notion that seems to have taken root in my mind and refuses to be unstuck until I have thunk it over and taken it on board somehow. This particular prediction seemed,at the time I read it, to really mean something and it was not a hard task to relate it to my own personal situation.
Let me explain.
I am just one tiny drip in the ocean of 17 year olds struggling through 6th Form, and on the 18th of August I got the once thought fatal phone call with the those wanted words “You passed!” skipping their way down the line *cheers and celebrations* however throughout the telephonic dialogue, the features were not at their most jolly. The eyes were not sparkling bright, the cheeks- hardly dimpled. all because I was disappointed.
Its got to be one of my least favourite words in the English language. Red hot anger, self pity I can deal with but disappointment? That’s something else. That raw twang of regrets, the what ifs, the now irrelevant plans that hinged on the door of possibility all make up that word I hate to have to hear.
So amid all the gaiety and jocular amusement of that day 3 weeks ago, Disappointment was making its presence felt, and I'm sorry to confess I yielded to her temptation and spent precious moments brooding on what could have been.
Even dropping my toothbrush down the toilet, the episode of the swimming costume in the lift and other Canadian misfortunes (which I will publish later, as the mental scar is rather sore at the moment) were not enough to put me truly back on track. But then I read the newspaper, and I won’t say that it changed my life or anything sickening as that but it didn’t half buck me up!
And that’s where the horoscope comes in- I hadn’t forgotten that first part of the story, untrusting readers!
The Scorpio horoscope I read went like this:
Even dropping my toothbrush down the toilet, the episode of the swimming costume in the lift and other Canadian misfortunes (which I will publish later, as the mental scar is rather sore at the moment) were not enough to put me truly back on track. But then I read the newspaper, and I won’t say that it changed my life or anything sickening as that but it didn’t half buck me up!
And that’s where the horoscope comes in- I hadn’t forgotten that first part of the story, untrusting readers!
The Scorpio horoscope I read went like this:
Now, I could go into some deep analytical study of those 38 futuristic words, describing how to transform the self inflicted wound of Disappointment down to a temporary tiny passing pinprick of uncaringness (if that’s a word…) but I won't go down that path. The prediction, reduced down told me to just bloomin’ well cheer up! Things could be worse, a lot worse! I know I'm unbelievably lucky, but all that luck will be wasted if I drown myself in my own sea of despair.
To put it simply, those 38 words can be condensed down into a pair-
BE HAPPY!
Jx
brilliant as always my dear, love from Jack :)
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