Hey baby, what's your sign?

It's been recently pointed out to me (like five minutes ago recently) that I have a temper.

"i'm tired of ur tantrums then u turning around and acting like nothing happened. ive actually forgiven quite a few." PVille Guy.

It's what drives me and it's what gets me into trouble.  I want to say that I don't believe in astrology, but I can't.  I'm such a typical Aries that I should be its poster child.  John was a Pisces.  Adjacent signs should never be together, or so I'm told. I guess there is something behind it all: maybe a 2000+ yr old "science" should not be so easily dismissed.  

To make it worse, I'm only 25.  I have not yet gained the experience to be patient or the grace to "let God handle it".  I am that Ram out in the field looking for a fight.  Sadly, with the events of the past week, it's been with PVille guy.  A million "I'm sorry"s aren't enough.

Being an Aries has yet to work out for my advantage.  You may say, "But you're extremely passionate about your life!" but then I'd tell you that I haven't gone off on you yet.  You'd change your mind then.

The truth is, the sign for Aries should not be the Ram.  It should be the Locust.  We're fast, furious, and determined.  Until the corn fields are stripped bare and the people are exhausted.  We say goodbye too quickly and move on to new fields to wear down.  

(I might also add that in addition to the fire sign, I'm also Irish and my father's daughter.  A triple threat in tantrums).

So, sorry to those who've been effected by the "Diva" alter-ego.  Blame it on me.  Blame it on the Greeks.  Blame it on the stars.  But really, you should probably blame it on me- dead Greeks aren't going to fix the holes in your wall from my stilettos.