Look to the stars, and I'm not talkin Brittany!

There has been an obssesion of all things astrological with the times it seems lately.  I was first acquainted with the mole people about 3 years ago when looking for an apartment in New York.  One of the first questions out of his mouth was "what's your sign?".  I am actually happy it was, turns out, because I think that's why I was given the room.  After that day and after I moved to NYC I noticed the trend of that question was following me everywhere.  Into bars, chat rooms, on the street corners..that was the main friend builder, it seemed.  I had never heard of anyone ask that question before that time.  I found it incredibly strange that one would fixate on such a part of your make-up as your sign to gauge the amount of time spent with you.  Or how quickly a relationship could flurish, or in turn, be destroyed.  They are quite simple words, they are indeed.  "Oh, I'm a Cancer".  In?  Nope.  But I'm on the Cancer/Leo cusp...in now?  It might actually be a dating thing?  Or maybe just a gay thing.  Because I don't hear it much anymore now that I'm in Ohio again and sort of out of the gay scene.  You see, my roommate was gay.  And he used that sign as a portal to all things knowlegdable about me.  It was like we were twins seperated at birth...better yet, like he was actually me and I'd forgotten to get back in the box of which I had been unwrapped.  He thought he could paint the rest of my life by looking to the moon and the stars.  He was always wrong about his predictions but I didn't have the heart to tell him he was full of shit and his false gods were wrong.  I did always think it was funny when he said he was on the cusp as well.  His birthday is July 17th.  I only remember this because he would bring it up everyday when starting a conversation with me..."you know, we are pretty much the same people, you and I are"..."we are both cusp babies so I know exactly how your feeling"...I hate you!  Feel that, bitch.  By the way, the cusp is just that, the cusp.  Cancer ends on the 22nd and Leo begins on the 23rd.  Your birthday is the 17th.  How is that remotely close to the cusp?  regardless, maybe it was just a crazy person trend.  Who knows.  But it was always annoying.