🐾 Psychic Meow Meow’s Weekly Misfortune
♎ Libra (October 25 – October 31)
The Card Drawn: The Indecisive Scale Tipping Directly Into a Garbage Can
Oh, marvelous. A Libra. The professional fence-sitter of the zodiac, wandering around with a permanent expression of mild panic, trying to people-please your way out of having an actual personality or an original thought.
Here is what the cosmic litter box has dug up for your paralyzed, wishy-washy week:
- The Reality Check: You are going to spend three and a half hours staring at a menu this week, ask three separate people what they think you should order, and then still pick the wrong thing and sulk about it. You treat every minor choice—like picking a brand of laundry detergent—like a major international peace treaty, and it’s deeply embarrassing to witness.
- Social Life: Because you’re terrified of causing a tiny ripple of conflict, you’ll say “yes” to three mutually exclusive plans, try to split yourself across town like a chaotic ghost, and end up canceling on everyone at the last second with a fake, overly apologetic text filled with crying emojis. Everyone already knows you’re lying, by the way. They just don’t care enough to call you out.
- Halloween Outlook: October 31st is approaching, which means you’ll spend two weeks agonizing over a “couple’s costume” or a group theme, change your mind seven times, and ultimately show up to a party wearing a half-assed, trendy costume that you picked specifically because it wouldn’t offend anyone’s aesthetic sensitivities.
Psychic Meow Meow’s Sacred Advice: Grow a spine, pick a side for once in your life, and stop molding yourself into whoever is standing closest to you.
Hiss. Now get out of my sight before I knock your carefully balanced trinkets off the shelf.
