Chapin and Miss Cleo

Because there is literally nothing to do at work in midwinter, we've taken to bringing in the morning paper to have a go at the crossword puzzles. And the comics. As that is also the section that has the word jumble and the horoscopes, I've gotten especially intrigued in these....well ok, just the horoscopes. Word jumbles are just ridiculous.
Here's the thing: it's hard to believe that every person on the planet falls into one of twelve categories. I can't think of another set of categories that every person fits into, except "dead" and "not dead" (except in the case of Wesley of The Princess Bride, who was "mostly dead" all day) . I find it almost offensive to think that my future actions and/or thoughts are dictated and interpreted by someone else. I'd like to imagine that I write my own stars. Yet I have a strange fascination with what "they" say about me and my days. This is what one would call the 'crux' of the problem, if they felt so inclined. Here's my solution: I read my horoscope before I go to bed, just to see how close it actually was to the day I just lived. If they are way off, then I say, "Ha! Outsmarted you and your stars, SUCKA!" and go to bed, feeling as if, for just today, my life was my own. But as they are so vague that virtually anything can fall into what is written, most often I end up thinking, if only to the tiniest degree, "How'd they know?"
Why is it that I have even the smallest desire to have a glimpse into the future?
Are we so feeble that we will listen to the stars rather than face a day alone?
These questions cause me to start singing "I Feel Lucky" by Mary-Chapin Carpenter ad nauseum. The gist of the song is a woman who goes against her horoscope and wins $11 million in the lotto. It's a good song.
Well let's test my theory...Here's what my horoscope was for the day:
"You've gone out of your way to pacify them, keep them happy and do whatever you can to be cooperative. Still, members of your family don't seem to be all that appreciative of what you've done for them lately. You don't have to disown them, but you might want to sit them down and have a little chat. Talk about just how hard you've tried to keep the peace. It might not work -- but then again, it might. "
HA! I didn't even TALK to my family today!
And I've done jack for them anyway, so really I owe them.
Ya'll are way off! Master of my own life today!
It's like Chapin says, "The stars might lie, but the numbers never do."