Occasionally, I stumble upon a little gem. Life then, for a little stretch of time, seems so much more radiant, hopeful, inspiring, exciting & fun fun fun!
So here it is: McSweeney’s.
A little something lifted:
“…My next dread is Mister or Miss Ziodoanalyst, young folks whose sacred mission in life is to psychoanalyze the oblivious masses, according to Zodiac signs, which is their “science.” The Zodioanalysts, as I have dubbed them, are more stroke-inducing than a diet of corn dogs dipped in ice cream with butter sticks on the side. The conversation goes down like this:
ZODIOANALYST: “Nour, you’re so… so… I can’t find the word for it! When is your birthday again?”
I lie and tell him it’s January 18th.
ZODIOANALYST: “I knew it! You’re such a Capricorn.”
For 30 minutes we bicker about whether or not I fit the Capricorn personality profile, until I tell him that I was really born in November.” – Nour Ali Youssef