Some things stay the same, some things never change. I play the money game, acting like I hid five dollars in plain sight so my wife can "find" it like she's won the lottery, feast on it like lottery droppings. I read a lot of books, so the imagery of my wife injecting green dye down her veins is mildly humorous to me, meanwhile I stuff a fifty down my pants, no chance she'll look there. We used to get along, well, we always argued but the sex was great. Now it's not. I probably wouldn't have married her but we were a perfect match according to a reading we had, and I followed the horoscopes so I figured the rest would work itself out like our sex life had.
Off I wander into the city getting to go to work again, lucky me. I never liked working and always kept simple jobs until I got married and then we had kids. That changed everything but what are you going to do. Babies need food. That has delivered me to a life of endless mindless stale mists of wasted dreams spent in the confines of drab nine to five reality. Presto, here I am fifteen years later emerging from some daytime nightmare dysfunctional television show.
What's that? Where was I? Ignoring my miserable plight and pretending I was asleep. I live in an awful marriage enslaved to an awful job, when will this ever end? Anyway, so here I am again, ready to try and find light and shade and all those wondrous things in between, but first, oh, first I must disengage myself from this soul sucking depression that makes everything seem worse than it is.
I stop by the news stand taking a break from these thoughts on how things would have been if I just would have said NO, if I just would have abstained and said I don't. Why did I listen to that stupid astrologer? Why did I buy into all that junk? I check the horoscope page and see an article on Cyril Fagan and the practice of sidereal astrology. It says that I'm probably not the sign that I think I am and that my wife probably isn't the sign I thought that she was. In fact, 80% of the universe isn't who they thought that they were.
That certainly would've been a nice piece of information to have had fifteen years ago, think of all of the trouble, trauma, and sadness that could've been averted, all those stupid draining arguments that could have been avoided.