Hey baby, what’s your sign? - Sounds like a pickup line, right? But in this case it is the topic of this week’s Sunday Scribblings, and of course I will take this prompt to analyze how much I confirm the cliché. My starsign is cancer. Strictly speaking I was born on the cusp of gemini and cancer. Apparently this cusp is known as the Cusp of Magic, which sounds all mysterious and … magical. But anyway, back to the crab.

Here are some of the cliché traits of a cancer:

+ Emotional and loving: Check.
+ Shrewd and cautious: Check.
+ Protective and sympathetic: Check.

- Changeable and moody: Check, but isn’t everyone?
- Overemotional and touchy: Check, well sometimes.
- Clinging and unable to let go: Check

So hah, I am a typical cancer, of course alike with all other cancers and one of twelve types of persons in the world. But wait, no, it’s not that simple. I do believe parts of astrology to be true, especially the horoscopes that are made using your time and place of birth as well as your date of birth - because of course there are not only twelve types of people in the world - how boring would that be anyway?

Reading my personality horoscope, many things do apply to me, some do not. Is astrology true? I don’t know. What I do know is that a lot of these things apply to me, that I do seem to have a slight tendency towards fellow water signs when it comes to men that I am attracted to or fall in love with, that daily horoscopes are nonsense, and that I would never let a horoscope guide or influence me or my decisions in any way.

More here.

When I am sitting on the bus or tram, my mind grows wings. I am a daydreamer, and during the 30 minutes it takes me to commute to uni and work, I listen to music on my Sansa and dream. My mind travels to alternate realities of this world. Things that have happened, will happen, or things that have never happened and will never happen.

I like to dream, have my mind run wild, imagine. Use the wings of my mind to fly to places I would like to be. And sometimes to places I would not want to be in. My daydreams can give me hope and scare me as my mind explores my dearest wishes and deepest fears.

I wonder if other people can read the emotions on my face when I daydream. Can they tell whether my mind took me to a happy place or an unhappy one?

These beautiful wings of my imagination can put a smile on my face or bring me to the verge of tears. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

More here.