My friends, we have been duped. Or, I have, at least. Remember my last post, where I cleverly told what my birthday is? Well, that entire site is a HOAX.
How do I know this? Well, a little research, my friends, a little research and detective work...and, WAY too much time spent on that site.
Oh, I wanted to believe. Truly, I did. Portions of it, I DID believe. Are people drawn to me? I'd certainly like to think so. Am I a little psychic? YES, but to talk about it would be too Lily Dale for my liking, so I never do. Do I despise authority? Uh...have you MET me? And those are just from my birthday meaning - there are others that I didn't even post that I wanted to believe:
~What kind of food am I? Chinese (great!)
~What musician (or group) shares my taste in music? Maroon 5 (super!)
~Could I pass 8th grade math? No (I know!)
~What coffee drink am I? Frappucino (duh)
All of that aside, I was reading Rachel's blog and saw that she, too, wanted to know what her birthday meant about her. First part: You have a Type A personality so big it makes other Type A's shrink away in shame.
Wait a second, I've read that before...
Next: You never shy away from adversity - and you love to tackle impossible problems.
...and when I read it I thought it was completely off for whose birthday I was researching...
Then: Failure is not an option for you, and more than a few people are put off by your ego.
Ah-HA! I remember now. This was the inaccurate reading for my husband's birthday.
So does that mean that Darin and Rachel share a birthday? No, it does not. His is November 28th, and hers is June 28th. Uh-oh.
I quickly went to blogthings and re-entered my own birthday. Then March 7th. Then October 7th. Then, since it's my power month, July 7th. All the same.
*sigh* I feel violated. Violated and naive. Violated and naive and as though I, in fact, do NOT impress others with my insights.