I don't believe in this shit... but how well it describes me! :|

THE Zodiacal Sign of Gemini - The Twins commences on May 21st, but for seven days it does, not come into its full power until on or about May 28th.

From this date onwards it is in full strength until June 20th, and is then for seven days, gradually losing strength on account of becoming overlapped by the "cusp" of the incoming sign -Cancer.

The people who were born in this period are widely known for their dual personalities and ability to change mood from moment to moment. Although they hate to be tied down, they make lively, entertaining and romantic partners, even if they can be rather fickle if bored or unhappy.

hell yeah!

The twin sides of their nature are perpetually pulling in opposite directions. Their brains are subtle and brilliant but they usually "lack continuity of purpose".

Of all people they are the most difficult to understand; in temperament they are hot and cold almost at the same moment. They love with one side of their nature and they are often critical or dislike with the other people. Their sharp wit and excellent powers of observation make them a good raconteur, although they have a tendency to exaggerate which can cause trouble with their relationships.

Damn right!

Such people are usually excellent in diplomacy, and dazzle their listeners by, their wit and brilliancy, but they usually leave them no wiser than they were at the start.

Hmm... could be

It is difficult even for them to understand what they want to achieve. At heart they are ambitious for social position; but when obtained they have already tired of it, and are ready to go in for something else or for something totally opposite. Being natural communicators these people do not suffer fools gladly; so once they are attracted to people, they have to ensure that they are not dull or mundane. They will no doubt spending ages chatting to anyone about every subject under the sun, just to keep feeding their ever active and inquisitive mind.

Shit, has someone been spying on me?

If taken as they are, in their own moods, they are the most delightful people imaginable, but one must not attempt to hold them or to expect them to be constant to their ideas or plans.

Not so sure 'bout this one...

They believe they are truthful, constant, faithful, and so they may be at the moment, but every moment to them has a separate existence.

TBD!

These people have an ability to see quickly the weak points in those they meet, and can reduce all to nothing by wit, sarcasm, or mimicry.

=D

Almost all of them are great talkers and usually very much in demand socially because they are so entertaining. Gemini is the life of the party.

:/

They often succeed the best, as far as money is concerned, but their more suitable career is generally that which requires diplomacy, tact, and finesse. The representatives of lower types are unscrupulous in finance and untruthful. They often make successful gamblers and company promoters of "get-rich-quick" schemes.

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Either type make hosts of friends and are kind-hearted and generous to the person who fills their thoughts at the moment, but "out of sight, out of mind" explains their fits of "forgetfulness" as nothing else can.

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In all matters of affection they are human puzzles. They can love passionately and yet be inconstant at the same moment, and it is only their shield of diplomacy and exquisite tact that keeps them from often making a mess of their lives.

XD

Source: Monthly horoscope

Comments added by me, in Bold

Mas que problemas

Los problemas parecen haber atacado a todo el mundo sin distincion y con todas sus fuerzas. Por donde miro, veo la tristeza que acosa sin piedad. A quien pregunto, su problema lo innunda en una desesperacion agotadora. El cansancio mental, el stress, las preocupaciones, todo conlleva al cansancio fisico que se exhibe como el nuevo traje que vestimos y que no nos gusta, pero nos obligan a llevarlo. Nos obligan? Quien? Por que?
El cansancio nos supera al punto de superponerlo a la preocupacion. Estoy harto! Estoy podrido, mas que preocupado! El cuerpo esta exhausto, demasiado como para mostrar cualquier otro de los sintomas, y asi dejamos la tristeza, la preocupacion y el stress relegados a los deseos del cansancio que predomina sobre todo. Dormir 10 horas, 12 horas, no alcanza, solo es un leve aliciente, un placebo para continuar un dia mas llevando la mochila que cada uno carga en su espalda, cada vez mas pesada, cada vez mas grande. Y nunca cede, no disminuye la carga. Por el contrario, siempre se agrega un bulto mas, un ladrillo mas. Y las rodillas comienzan a doblarse. Los pies ampollados se arrastran hacia lo que sigue con la esperanza de que todo va a cambiar. Y uno se aferra con todas sus fuerzas a esa mochila, como si sostenerla fuerte fuera a alivianar la carga, pero no. Sacamos fuerzas de donde no tenemos y cuando creemos que ya paso lo peor, algo mas se precipita nosotros y observamos como viene cayendo a pique, ganando mas y mas velocidad para aplastar lo poco que queda de nosotros mientras tratamos de cubrirnos lo mas posible. Increiblemente, soportamos el aplaste. Nos levantamos, mas heridos, mas dolidos, mas desganados, pero aun ahi. Vivos. Y empezamos a reconciderar si algo de todo esto vale la pena. Por que lo hacemos? Por que lo aguantamos? Es una necesidad o una obligacion? Para que? Ufff, el cerebro empieza a destrozarse en pensamientos que lo sobrepasan y la conciencia de lo cotidiano se va perdiendo. Las actitudes del dia a dia cambian, supeditadas a este estado mental degradado, vencido. Lo que antes era una simple contestacion "Si" o "No" a alguna pregunta realizada, ahora pasan desapercibidas, los pedidos de opiniones son ignorados, el mas minimo reclamo, consejo, notificacion, puede causar una terrible ira que no responde a dicho reclamo, consejo o notificacion, sino mas bien que actua como el perro hambriento tras las rejas de una perrera en la que lo maltratan y se apura a salir corriendo con sus dientes afilados por delante, su baba humeante de furia, sus ojos fijos en algun punto de ataque apenas la reja se abre. Asi la ira se muestra con todos sus dientes para atacar al primer sujeto al alcance sin medir consecuencias, que en este punto nos son totalmente irrelevantes como la vida misma. Y la calma, en su costoso volver, intenta apaciguarnos de la mejor manera posible, aunque sea un instante, hasta que el proximo arranque de furia nos domine. Me pregunto hacia donde ira todo esto? Llegaremos al punto de vivir una ira constante y adoptarla como standard de vida? nos olvidaremos de lo que es la felicidad? o mejor dicho, llegare(mos) a conocer algun dia lo que es? Fuck it, what the hell...

Happy birthday to me!

Y asi es como pase mi cumple...