The thing about horoscopes

Is that they are vague enough that one can always read her own fortune and life's events into them. As such, when we are looking for answers, any answer will do, we just mold it to our own pleasure. Likewise when we expect someone to read our mind, we often find that they do just that. Uncanny coincidences? Great minds think alike? Equally depraved beings? Accidental opportunity? I don't know, but it really pisses me off, because now what I wanted to write about (which was going to be really exciting based on an afternoon alone in the house with a... book) will seem totally unoriginal and contrived, therefore I renounce. (English?) That is, I quit. Time to take my own good advice.