I woke up in the bitchiest mood today. Sure, my cats were being bad and making a lot of racket in my bedroom, but I believe I would have felt this way disturbance or no disturbance.
As I’ve mentioned a few times already, I’ve got some weird things happening with Neptune in my chart. My dreams have been vivid — occasionally waking me up — but I haven’t been sleeping badly. I’m unemployed, anyway. How much rest do I need?
So, I had a look at my horoscope. It should be good today. Venus forms a trine with my natal Jupiter later today, and the sun trines my ascendant early tomorrow. I’ve got nothing really heavy happening that would overshadow these pleasant aspects. That made me ask myself “What’s the problem?”
I do have the sun, Mercury and Venus all transiting my fourth house at the moment. I have a habit of assigning bitchy qualities to the fourth house when I look at natal charts, but I don’t necessarily attribute bitchy behavior to fourth-house transits. I tend to look at them as producing nurturing or motherly behavior.
But maybe that’s what this is. I was on Twitter for five minutes and I couldn’t take it. I wanted to suspend everyone’s Twitter privileges because they were all behaving like five-year-old kids. Then I went to Facebook and I felt exactly the same way. I decided to get off of social media to look at the new job postings, but that didn’t help, either. Right away, I came across an ad for a job I didn’t get last summer. It was posted again because the person that was hired didn’t even last six months. I can’t tell you how many times that has happened since I started looking for work. My resume can’t compete with the CV of kids half my age who lie about their experience like they lie on Instagram every time they post their face-tuned photos.
I just want to slap everyone right now. But it’s not just pure bitchiness I’m feeling. It’s more like maternal disappointment, like you all can do so much better. Yeah, I’m sure that I can do better, too, but I really feel as if I’m trying to do better lately.
The entire situation reminds me of that scene in Season Seven of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” when RuPaul stares down Pearl until she asks “Do I have something on my face?” Of course, I’d rather feel any other way, but that isn’t going to happen without a little help. I know that I can come off as a condescending jerk to a lot of people, but I also know that I’m a pretty stand-up guy. I know that I’m feeling this way because I’m watching grown-ups behave like children. So, can you all do me a favor and just stop being such immature assholes for minute or two?
Thanks. And by the way, there is nothing on your face . . .