While I waited at the coffee shop for my morning nectar to arrive, I studied the daily horoscope clipped to the back of the espresso machine. A woman walked up behind me and squinted at it. She was blonde, elegant, thin, and smiling. “It’s my birthday today so I guess I should read it,” she said. “But I’m so old I’m going blind.” I skimmed it, and skipped the part about chaos, and just read her the last line about going with the flow. “Uh oh,” she said. “But you know the other day a cab driver told me to just live life. So that’s what I’m going to do.” I wished her a happy birthday, and she left, off to live life.
I am pretty sure there are two kinds of people in this world: Those who take life advice from horoscopes and cab drivers, and those who don’t. Guess which one I am.