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This is an amusing and quite unflattering description of my Chinese Sun sign from a site Acadiana found. I'm not sure how much of it applies, because I make sure the bills get paid, but it seems to be a pretty good depiction of how a, um, goal-oriented person (trying to be nice about it) would describe someone who's more of a slacker. Okay, maybe a lot of it does apply...
Chinese Year: February 09, 1967 - January 29, 1968
Your Birthday: November 16, 1967
The Sheep is a Yang, and is the Eighth sign of the Chinese horoscope.
Characteristics:
invention, sensitivity, perseverance, whimsy, good manners, taste
Vices:
parasitism, lack of foresight, tardiness, pessimism, impracticality, worry
Sheep need security. Yet most of the time they don't know how to create it for themselves. They like to feel that whatever it takes to keep them comfortable and warm will always be available for the taking. Sheep are peace-loving and dependent souls who, according to the Chinese, thrive best in fertile fields belonging chiefly to other more go-getting people.
The Sheep lives in the present. He is capable of enormous protracted effort and can work steadily round the clock day after day, night after night, until he drops. Then for three weeks he may not get out of bed. Time, in the way others conceive it, doesn't exist for Sheep. Now is now and there is no future or past. Sheep don't have much sense of consequence. If they paint a wall, they are painting that wall. And it will be beautifully smooth. But Sheep don't necessarily see that their wall relates to surrounding walls and that if they paint theirs blue, it might not match the others. Blue is pretty. Blue is now.
Matching is however something that Sheep people do very well-and often. They are practically never unattached. Either they remain part of a tight, united family unit or else they evolve from that into a strong couple commitment. Sheep don't like to be loose.
So far, Sheep sound exasperating, don't they? Well, don't despair yet.
Sheep are also wonderful. They are enormously creative. They can invent almost anything from scratch, and whatever they make with their hands is lovely. They can build and repair and craft better than anybody else. Sheep are gifted for fantasy and bring into the lives of all who surround them a touch of fancy and an atmosphere of charm unparalleled.
As I have had my share of Sheep littering my living room (my father, my ex-husband), I feel I have earned the right to claim that Sheep have always given me the distinct impression, while embellishing my life, that I am a combination of Julius Caesar and Attila the Hun. Warm, accommodating, easygoing, inertia-worshiping Sheep people bring out the worst in intrinsically active, bossy folks like myself. What's worse, Sheep don't really mind if you yell at them and tell them off. It's all right if the kitchen's on fire. Go ahead and scream. The Sheep will bring the bandages and drive the ambulance. But he will not join you in your hysteria.
The quotient of impracticality among Sheep is very elevated. Sheep people don't cotton to rules and regulations. If it is going to take three years for them to finish a task, then it will take three years. They don't want to know about deadlines. Sheep can't stop their lofty creative pursuits for something so banal as work!
Need I add that Sheep need to be pushed in order to succeed? Usually Sheep are so talented at what they do that you cannot imagine why they aren't famous. (And sometimes they are very famous). But most times they can't cut through the difficult red tape and string-pulling necessary for success in the big bad world. Sheep don't like to hurry or plan. They prefer to do their own work at home, show it to a chosen few friends and starve until you show up with the groceries.
The rare times when Sheep really want something, they do know how to go after it. They also make formidable enemies. As they are dreamers and musers, Sheep spend a lot of time thinking up baroque schemes designed to unhinge their adversaries.
Chinese Year: February 09, 1967 - January 29, 1968
Your Birthday: November 16, 1967
The Sheep is a Yang, and is the Eighth sign of the Chinese horoscope.
Characteristics:
invention, sensitivity, perseverance, whimsy, good manners, taste
Vices:
parasitism, lack of foresight, tardiness, pessimism, impracticality, worry
Sheep need security. Yet most of the time they don't know how to create it for themselves. They like to feel that whatever it takes to keep them comfortable and warm will always be available for the taking. Sheep are peace-loving and dependent souls who, according to the Chinese, thrive best in fertile fields belonging chiefly to other more go-getting people.
The Sheep lives in the present. He is capable of enormous protracted effort and can work steadily round the clock day after day, night after night, until he drops. Then for three weeks he may not get out of bed. Time, in the way others conceive it, doesn't exist for Sheep. Now is now and there is no future or past. Sheep don't have much sense of consequence. If they paint a wall, they are painting that wall. And it will be beautifully smooth. But Sheep don't necessarily see that their wall relates to surrounding walls and that if they paint theirs blue, it might not match the others. Blue is pretty. Blue is now.
Matching is however something that Sheep people do very well-and often. They are practically never unattached. Either they remain part of a tight, united family unit or else they evolve from that into a strong couple commitment. Sheep don't like to be loose.
So far, Sheep sound exasperating, don't they? Well, don't despair yet.
Sheep are also wonderful. They are enormously creative. They can invent almost anything from scratch, and whatever they make with their hands is lovely. They can build and repair and craft better than anybody else. Sheep are gifted for fantasy and bring into the lives of all who surround them a touch of fancy and an atmosphere of charm unparalleled.
As I have had my share of Sheep littering my living room (my father, my ex-husband), I feel I have earned the right to claim that Sheep have always given me the distinct impression, while embellishing my life, that I am a combination of Julius Caesar and Attila the Hun. Warm, accommodating, easygoing, inertia-worshiping Sheep people bring out the worst in intrinsically active, bossy folks like myself. What's worse, Sheep don't really mind if you yell at them and tell them off. It's all right if the kitchen's on fire. Go ahead and scream. The Sheep will bring the bandages and drive the ambulance. But he will not join you in your hysteria.
The quotient of impracticality among Sheep is very elevated. Sheep people don't cotton to rules and regulations. If it is going to take three years for them to finish a task, then it will take three years. They don't want to know about deadlines. Sheep can't stop their lofty creative pursuits for something so banal as work!
Need I add that Sheep need to be pushed in order to succeed? Usually Sheep are so talented at what they do that you cannot imagine why they aren't famous. (And sometimes they are very famous). But most times they can't cut through the difficult red tape and string-pulling necessary for success in the big bad world. Sheep don't like to hurry or plan. They prefer to do their own work at home, show it to a chosen few friends and starve until you show up with the groceries.
The rare times when Sheep really want something, they do know how to go after it. They also make formidable enemies. As they are dreamers and musers, Sheep spend a lot of time thinking up baroque schemes designed to unhinge their adversaries.
