I’ve been discussing how content I’ve felt over the last few weeks. I’m not really in a rush to do anything. I’m not particularly hostile toward the people I’d like to see punched in the face. I’m not feeding the trolls on my social media accounts.
However, the sun forms its annual opposition with my natal Mars tomorrow. My astro.com horoscope interprets the upcoming event as follows:
This is a day of critical culminations, when many activities and projects will come to a climax in your life. It is particularly important that you have worked with complete knowledge and understanding of what you were trying to accomplish. Even under the best of circumstances, you will confront others at this time. For most people the area of greatest unconsciousness in this regard is that of close personal relationships, as with family and partner. In these relationships you are most likely to experience the negative effects of this influence in the form of arguments and conflict. If you are in such a conflict, look carefully to see what is really at stake, if anything, and try to arrive at a workable compromise.
What’s interesting about an aspect like this is that it happens every year at the same time. I’m going to pay attention to my Facebook memories when they pop up on my timeline over the next couple of days. It’s the closest thing that I have to a diary because I’ve never formally tracked these sort of events in my life. This feature on Facebook has made me aware that I seem to get grouchy at particular times of the year. I also get sick at specific times, and I seem to get obnoxiously preachy at other times.
None of that should be surprising to an astrologer. Still, I haven’t spent enough time delving into the mechanics of predictive astrology. It’s just never been as interesting to me as the character-based stuff or the association of the planets to the concept of self-expression — what I call “fashion astrology.” I guess we all have our specialities, right?
Anyway, I guess I’m about to find out if the sun opposite my natal Mars is going to make me behave like the precious Floridian flower in the photo I posted above. I’m going to go out on a limb and predict that I won’t, despite what the stars say. A meteor could fall from the sky and crush my skull and I still wouldn’t be as fucked in the head as the sort of person who attends a Trump rally.