Last night Sarah one of my top news informants called me up and out of the blue told me that I was no longer a Taurus, I was an Aries.

While I processed that shocking information we informed John that he was a Leo he replied in a voice that made it clear that we were once again falling under the “crackpot” category:

“No. I am a Virgo.”

What I learned from my news informant was that all the zodiac signs have been shifted by about a month to make way for the sign Ophiuchus.

As an aside I’m really glad that’s not my new sign. I mean really can you imagine the poor people trying to answer a lame pick up line.

-“Hey baby, what’s your sign?”

-“Ophiuchus.”

-“Bless you.” -and they move on to someone they assume not to be diseased. On second thought this may be a blessing in disguise.-

A little internet research and it seems that this is actually 3000 year old news but for some reason it became popular this week. Since this news is 3000 years old there are sidereal zodiac signs and tropical zodiac signs and those who follow these things already know all about it, apparently it’s been accounted for – or something. A little more research and I discovered that delving into astrology websites while believing in none of it was on the verge of making me crazy. The interesting part of it all was not the possibility of my zodiac sign changing, it was that I cared.

Yup, that’s me a non-believer of astrology.

So why was I so upset when I found out I was an Aries?

Why was John insistent that he was still a Virgo?

Why did other friends I talked to react with shock and confusion?

As far as I know we all fall into the 70-some percent of the population that doesn’t believe zodiac signs have anything to do with anything, so what’s with the attachment?

Perhaps we need to look to the stars for the answers…

…or not.