Main character syndrome? Honey, make it a super group.
Today you’re the main character in a mid-budget biopic titled “Gas Prices Ate My Joy.” With the Moon tossing shade squares at Mercury and Mars, and Venus in Aries painting the town a scandalous hue, you’re ready for a dramatic act two. The waning gibbous moon? Think “morning after the Oscars”—glamorous, hungover, a little bit haunted. Meanwhile, the world is fixated on politics and Pixar, but you’re more interested in being the out-and-proud queer cameo that saves the entire third act. If the Alexander Brothers’ trial were your story, you’d play the defense attorney in sequins, monologuing about justice with a wind machine behind you. Here’s the catch: center stage is only fun if you leave room for a standing ovation. Share the light, not just the spotlight. Being legendary is a team sport, darling.
That was the vibe check.
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