The Goat

A couple of posts ago I mentioned how the year of the dog is approaching and how I was born during the year of the goat. What does that have to say about me? Well apparently it says the following (well at least Suzanne White says so):

As a goat, my best
color is light green
flower is narcissus
fragrance is apple blossom
tree is dogweed
flavor is bland (is that a flavor?)
birthstone is sapphire
lucky number is 12

The goat is yang, and the goat's motto is 'I depend.'

On good days, goats are appealing, altruistic, creative, empathetic, intuitive, generous, artless, gentle, romantic, sensitive, compliant, candid, self-effacing darlings.

On bad days goats become self-pitying, pessimistic, fugitive, parasitic, vengeful, lazy, indecisive, contentious, violent, capricious, irresponsible, tardy, careless, bigoted, nasty little pieces of work.

This could describe a lot of people, but when you factor in my element of earth the description becomes a little more head on. The general picture of me becomes more distinct:

The earth goat is terminally erratic. This goat is very argumentative. But he often bases his arguments on illogical premises and flighty dreams which just happen to be zooming around his psyche and catch his fancy. Despite his tendency to bicker over the incosequential at every turn, the earth goat has one of the easiest goat natures to put up with because he knows very well that his survival depends on the goodwill he can muster among those who surround him. His imagination knows no bounds. He is sympathetic and undertstands even the most incomprehensible human behaviors. He is a brilliant and sympathetic soul.

So there you have it that is how you can describe me, and just about anyone else born in the years 1589, 1919, or 1979. (That includes Billy the Kid, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Zsa Zsa, Veronica Lake, and Lana Turner)