Horoscopes are so dumb, but fun.
Earth Horse
For all his outward toughness, this Horse functions more with his heart than with his head - a fact that he is never willing to admit even to himself. His bright intelligence is always colored with some shade of sentimentality. Selfish he certainly is, but no one needs friendship more than he does; as a consequence, he is irreproachably loyal to his friends, takes the existence of others into due consideration, and is prepared to make tactical, if not strategic, concessions; a certain sense of fair play and compromise is not alien to him.
I'm not sentimental, damnit. I'm not. Honest. Aw crap. Well, maybe a little bit sentimental.
Male or female, the Earth Horse is vulnerable to excessive idealism. While afraid to fall victim to duplicity, he cannot help trusting others much more than he should. He loves to give counsel and be of service but does not resist his urge to meddle in other people's affairs.
I think I can, I think I can, sure I can, of course I can. And I'll make you do it too! Bwhahahaha! And really now, what's wrong with giving people a chance, even if they do tend to fuck up a lot?
Although not overly attached to worldly riches, material possessions are a decisive factor of his feeling of security. On the other hand, marriage, which he delights in scoffing at, can ironically have a great stabilizing and stimulating effect on his comportment and often proves indispensable to his success in life.
Well, yeah, a safe place to live, a reliable way to get around, enough things to be physically comfortable, etc. Marriage is stupid.
His lack of self-confidence is most apparent in the realm of love. The Horse of this combination suffers greatly through his compulsive inner fear of being hurt or deceived. It is always hard for him to recover from disappointments in love. In addition, he is often haunted by the prospect of death, and the idea of having to leap into the beyond may sometimes take on a psychotic dimension in him.
*sniff* No one loves me. No, wait, yeah they do. No they don't. Yes they do. And anyway, I'm not psychotic about the meaning of life or the reality of death. I'm only a little bit, um, thoughtful.
For all his outward toughness, this Horse functions more with his heart than with his head - a fact that he is never willing to admit even to himself. His bright intelligence is always colored with some shade of sentimentality. Selfish he certainly is, but no one needs friendship more than he does; as a consequence, he is irreproachably loyal to his friends, takes the existence of others into due consideration, and is prepared to make tactical, if not strategic, concessions; a certain sense of fair play and compromise is not alien to him.
I'm not sentimental, damnit. I'm not. Honest. Aw crap. Well, maybe a little bit sentimental.
Male or female, the Earth Horse is vulnerable to excessive idealism. While afraid to fall victim to duplicity, he cannot help trusting others much more than he should. He loves to give counsel and be of service but does not resist his urge to meddle in other people's affairs.
I think I can, I think I can, sure I can, of course I can. And I'll make you do it too! Bwhahahaha! And really now, what's wrong with giving people a chance, even if they do tend to fuck up a lot?
Although not overly attached to worldly riches, material possessions are a decisive factor of his feeling of security. On the other hand, marriage, which he delights in scoffing at, can ironically have a great stabilizing and stimulating effect on his comportment and often proves indispensable to his success in life.
Well, yeah, a safe place to live, a reliable way to get around, enough things to be physically comfortable, etc. Marriage is stupid.
His lack of self-confidence is most apparent in the realm of love. The Horse of this combination suffers greatly through his compulsive inner fear of being hurt or deceived. It is always hard for him to recover from disappointments in love. In addition, he is often haunted by the prospect of death, and the idea of having to leap into the beyond may sometimes take on a psychotic dimension in him.
*sniff* No one loves me. No, wait, yeah they do. No they don't. Yes they do. And anyway, I'm not psychotic about the meaning of life or the reality of death. I'm only a little bit, um, thoughtful.