BY ZAKIYA KASSAM
I’m not really a horoscope kind of person. Along with fortune cookies, the current state of the American presidency, and organized religion, I consume newspaper astrology with a healthy dose of skepticism. But when my mom decided to forcibly read me my 2016 love horoscope over the phone last weekend, I was pleasantly surprised with what the stars had to say.
“Why would anyone look to the heavens for an insight into their love life? Do we really feel such an important aspect of our existence is so entirely out of our own control? What does that say about how we see ourselves? Might it imply that we understand so little about others… or about our own feelings, that all experiences in the realm of interpersonal exchange are as random and unpredictable as the lottery? Many of us tend to take a surprisingly passive view of romance. We dwell on what others have done, said or acted. We wonder what they will do or say, or how they will act next. We suspect our own ability to influence this is severely limited. If our hearts are radios, we see them as receivers not transmitters.”
Yeah stars, you pretty much nailed it.
The spotlight on modern love is enormous right now and I’ve been spending a fair bit of time reading about it online lately. I’m recently single and perhaps this is a not-so-secret ploy of mine to delay the inevitable “getting back out there” process. For whatever reason, I’ve been hiding inside a lot lately with my cat and my laptop, learning all sorts of things I had limited knowledge on before. (For instance, “ghosting.” Prior to reading this essay, I thought ghosting meant arriving and leaving a party without anyone noticing your arrival or departure.)