The Cancer Curse

So many people tell me that astrology is crap, but I have to beg to differ! Horoscopes in magazines and such are crap (I'll give them that!), but astrology itself is a whole other ballgame. I am such the epitomy of a Cancer that it isn't even funny. We are emotional, loving, intuitive, imaginative, shrewd, cautious, protective, and sympathetic. On the other hand, though, we are changeable, moody, overemotional, touchy, clingy, and unable to let go. We also have to mother everyone and everything - we're the "martyrs" of the zodiac.

This is the part that I call the Cancer Curse. So much of how I feel about myself is directly tied into how well the people I care about are doing in their own lives. When things are not going well for them, I have to fix it for them. And if I can't fix it, you say? Fuhgeddaboutit. I won't rest until I have made whatever the problem is better. All too often this relentless pursuit of mine is at the expense of my own health and sanity because I can't make myself believe that I should put myself first.

For example, one of my good friends is currently MIA. He didn't come into work and no one knows where he is. Somewhere deep down I know that there is probably a perfectly rational explanation for this, but all I can picture is worst case scenarios. I have called every hospital within a 150 mile radius to make sure that something terrible hasn't happened to him. I've left messages EVERYWHERE. All the while I am worried sick and can't keep any food down.

Sigh. I love being a Cancer.