I don't normally keep track of astrological events in relation to my life events. At least, not very well unless shit happens right around them. In this case, there's been eclipses and coincidentally, the suck spiral kinda kicked off around then.
In a third special lovely moment, I scratched the hell out of a rental car this weekend and don't even know how the hell it happened, and I am so mad at myself I could slap me.
But now I'm starting to wonder if it's a trend of crap, or something.
This week's AstroBarry:
SCORPIO (October 23-November 21): An intrinsic facet to being right where you are—which is smack in the middle of an ambiguous situation, colored in several different shades of grey and very little black or white—is that nobody's rightfully entitled to the 'higher ground'. The moment you attempt to neatly package the so-called significance of what you're going through into a quaint gift-box, bow and all, the more audaciously you're tempting fate to toss in one more discontinuous development to dash your perfect encapsulating understanding. Face it, Scorpio: You don't know where this is going next. And believe me, this glaring lack of imminent resolution is not a problem… except if you cannot corral your obsessive-compulsive tendencies to incessantly scratch and scratch and scratch at it, in futile hopes that you'll stumble upon The Spot and uncover some magical map telling you which direction to turn. Such constant futzing and finagling won't 'move it along', however, as much as simply make you anxious and unsettled. Back off from the fruitless exercise in sense-making, and luxuriate in the suspense of this tale.