I was born in the beginning of July. Oh man, I am definitely, 100% a Cancer. Every description I have ever read about the
average Cancer personality type has matched up to me. We Cancer’s are loyal, dependable, caring,
and adaptable. I think adaptable could
be my middle name, unless I get stubborn and choose not to be. We are also moody, oversensitive, and
self-pitying. I sure know how to throw
one heck of a pity party. But it’s a
pretty exclusive guest list, so good luck scoring an invitation.
The standard definition of a Cancer is basically one giant contradiction. One day I am the most independent person and
the next day I won’t do a single thing until I have someone else with me. “Cancer is extremely loyal to those who
appreciate and support them, they are the nurturer of the zodiac and will
protect and cherish the person for a long time. One of the greatest things
about Cancer is their ability to make others feel good about themselves and
loved.” Is this me? I’m going to have to defer that information
to someone else. The next part of that statement,
however, is me: “This is because instead of doing this for themselves, they
project this onto other people.”
When I was reading up on my astrological sign, there was one
thing I found that stood out to me in particular: “Cancer needs to be needed”. I hate when I get the feeling that no one
needs me, like I’m useless to the world.
I am aware that that is not true, but it doesn’t stop those feelings
from arising every now and then. I feel
the best when I can help someone, even if it’s just listening to their problems,
which may sound strange since I have been known to have a selfish streak.
I am proud to be a Cancer.
Also, my numerology number is 7, I was born the year of the Monkey, and
my planet is the moon, and my stone is a pearl.
Just in case someone was wondering.