My Village Voice horoscopes (this one is brand new today!) must get tiresome to those not of the Leonine persuasion.
"LEO (July 23-Aug. 22):
I think you should be removed from civilized society for a while. You've gotten too tame; you've been hypnotized by the conventional wisdom. If I had my way, you'd be temporarily relocated to your very own wild kingdom. Picture a thousand acres of natural beauty where you'd be excused from all the artificial rhythms and soul-sucking customs you have become far too accustomed to. Imagine what it might be like to let the animal within you run around and play. I'm reminded of a phrase by Jungian storyteller Clarissa Pinkola Estes: "homesick for wild knowing." That's what you are, Leo."
I continue to post them because they continue to resonate. I am tired of convention and of repetition. I have not done anything out of the ordinary for ages. I have not flown to London to buy shoes. I have not painted any rooms in bright colors. I have not been in any plays or to any plays or gone anywhere new or met anyone new. My day is composed of waking up, going to work, coming home, and either being hungry, watching a movie and going to sleep, or eating macaroni and getting a drink at a bar in which I fail to strike up a conversation with anyone I want to get to know. Even my new job is just doing the same thing I do at every job. The only subway I ride is the F, and it only takes me to and from work. The only things happening to me are inconvenient, frustrating, annoying things like having all of my amenities turned off and having the money I need to turn them on taken away. Hardly what adventure and life-affirmation are made of.
This routine is stultifying; I want my thousand acres wherein I can throw off my usual activities and get down to something seriously worth telling stories about.