You may have met that common-fire sign propensity to make vast Himalayan peaks out of perfectly ordinary molehills. It wasn't just a little disagreement, it was a Holocaust. It wasn't a nice film, it was Wonderful, Brilliant, Mind-Shattering. The overwhelming and contagious enthusiasm of the fire signs is hard to resist; so, too, is their anger. Fire signs often exaggerate their behaviour, dramatize it - even when they are alone. They aren't just spoiled brats trying to attract your attention. They need this fantasizing, this injection of brilliant colour and sound into the grey and banal fabric of what the world is constantly insisting is reality. Fire is not interested in the pragmatic approach to life. Take away a fire sign's fantasies and visions of how life might be, and you have crippled them. It is, truly, that serious. If there's one thing sacred to the fire signs, it is their dreams.
Actually most of my fancies aren't fancy at all and much of what's written here isn't either kind of fancy but I couldn't say no to alliteration, squared Fs and a title that could be the name of a Midwestern women's store that exclusively sells sequins and would inevitably be owned by a gentle lady named Francie. But mostly I chose the title because it allows a more exciting description than what I had before: "A public blog of otherwise private thoughts"
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I'm an Aries
And this, THIS is exactly me. It's from a post about fire signs from a more than slightly disreputable-looking astrology website :
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