Well, one thing that comes to mind is this: the idea that zodiac signs have anything to do with people’s personalities.
This just really does not make sense to me, particularly because I see plenty of people who share signs but who are extremely different types of people.
For instance, my older brother’s birthday is two days after mine and we really do not share much in common, personality-wise.
Zoe and Mr. FG share exactly the same birthday, and their personalities are quite different.
Plus, sometimes the zodiac personality descriptions I read are so generic, they could fit almost anybody.
Or there could be myriad other reasons those people might have those characteristics. I know one of the descriptions for the sign my brother and I share says that we are people who stubbornly persist in doing hard work, and that does happen to be true of both of us.
But which makes more sense: that we value hard work because of the stars we were born under, or that we value hard work because we both grew up in a family that placed a high value on hard work?
I do love learning about the personality types of myself and the people in my life! I just don’t think that personalities are related to our birthdates.
I do not believe in the idea that an Ivy League education is a guarantee of a good life (this is definitely a pervasive belief in both my family and some of my husband’s family). I’ve known quite a few people who have gone to those universities, and they are certainly no happier and more content than a lot of other people I know who went to trade school or whatever. More money, maybe, but absolutely not more satisfaction with their lives.
I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe there is a “spirit world” around us, as described in the Bible, and I also believe, as the Bible says, that there is far more going on around us than we realize, unless our eyes get opened like Elisha’s servant’s eyes, but I don’t believe HUMAN spirits linger here. I lived as a child next door to an old abandoned house – still furnished — in an otherwise normal neighborhood, and the stories I heard about people passing by and seeing lights or movement, or hearing noises from that old house, could fill a book. But we didn’t have air conditioning and kept our windows up all through hot weather. We never saw, heard, or felt anything day or night, and I used to play in the overgrown yard of that house. I don’t deny that mysterious things can happen, but I don’t think the ghosts are the ones causing them. If someone does believe in ghosts, I am content to let them believe that without comment, ridicule or judgment from me. That’s what they believe, and this is what I believe. I feel no need to persuade anyone to see my point of view.