I thought so. I felt resigned to the fact that the stars would never get me, until I discovered something incredible: There’s actually a 13th astrological sign.
In January 2016, NASA reported that there’s a 13th constellation that we (and the Babylonians) didn’t know about. Some astrologers believe that as a result of this, the signs of the zodiac should be shifted, making way for a brand new one: Ophiuchus. Although some experts still believe in the O.G. 12, believers of the 13th sign speculate that Ophiuchus falls between November 30 and December 18. My birthday is December 15.
I excitedly scrolled down the checklist of Ophiuchus traits…and they were so me. Secretive? Totally. Jealous? Sadly, yep. (Remember the zip-lining ex-boyfriend? I fumed when I saw a Facebook photo of him rock climbing with his new, way-more-adventurous girlfriend last week. I’m married.) Independent? Always. (I’m one of the few people I know that actually loves going to the movies alone. And oh, did I mention how I shopped for my wedding dress?) For the first time in my life, I felt like the zodiac actually understood me—the good, the bad and everything in between.
And the trait I identified with the most: Ophiuchuses (…Ophiuchusi?) tend to be passionate empaths. Part of the reason I love being alone is because it’s way easier to enjoy a movie when I’m not preoccupied with whether or not my friends are having a good time. (“Did she think that joke was funny? Would she rather be hanging out with her boyfriend? I can tell she’s zoning out, maybe she’d rather have seen Captain Marvel.”) At restaurants, I notice when a stranger at the table next to me isn’t enjoying her meal and get the ridiculous urge to ask if she wants a bite of mine. I never realized my empathic qualities had anything to do with my zodiac sign, but now it seems like it was written in the stars.