Cancer.

No, I am not afflicted with cancer. I’m not going to die. I’m afraid I am going to have to impede your celebration.

I was referring to my birth sign. Cancer. I was born on the 21st of July, 15 years ago.

Anyway, getting back to the point… I was thrust upon the fact that I was a Cancer-ian… something I certainly did not like.

Why? I like blue. The ocean. Aqua blue. The sand shining through the mystic waters… I prefer it over pink… the hot sun, sun burnt Caucasians at the Miami Beach hitting pink, oily, odor-emitting sticky anti-burning ointments on themselves. I just wasn’t a cancer.

Each time I looked up at my horoscopes, it just did not have the promised magical effects all the other jobless teen girls who were looking their lives up on some foreign Internet sites did. It just wasn’t fair. The pictures were always so non-mystic… something was missing.

Then came my true moment of epiphany. The ocean. I was surrounded by the ocean. The crab is a part of the ocean. So am I. The crab is a silent observer of the ocean…so am I.
Heh heh. I am a controversial hue in the blue…the crab. The pink. Suddenly, the horoscopes made sense. Everything fit it. Funny. How a perspective can change one’s view….