I follow horoscopes, the fact of which has already established this issue as DUMB. Dumb, but still reeking of a sense of discomfort and urgency, as I will now explain:
My most trusted online horoscope said that this week will be the absolute most shocking of my entire year. Life-altering things will happen, the sun will turn purple, and life as I know it will cease to make way for a "new normal", etc. etc. So this was the prediction, complete with specific dates and advice like "stay in bed this day" and "be careful when you send email because you could totally send something sensitive to the wrong person and cause a riot" and "think of it not as an end but a brand new beginning."
Of course, we all know that astrology is bunk, so this should be a non-issue.
Yet: I filled with a certain level of anxiety nonetheless.
And, if you are curious, my sign is PISCES. So all the Pisces out there, apparently, will have the same crazy week as me, because astrology is a hard science and never fails. Of course.
And this, childrens, is why superstitions are wrongheaded.
OK, I've totally blocked it out of my mind. I'm cool.
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