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Libra: the art of laziness
Libra is a sign with a good reputation, no
matter what your preference.
If you like a slut, s/he will oblige and whisper sweet nothings
about how you are the most wonderful lover in the world, that forever
your face will shine in the heart, how this song will always be
your song. And this is completely true. For each plunge of the penis,
it is complete truth. Libras do not lie. They just don’t have
very good memories when it comes to checking back through their
love trails, trials and travails.
If you like an intellectual partner, able to play back the ball
of banter on any interesting or deep or intriguing topic under,
over or without the sun, s/he has either read the book or is writing
it. S/he is no slouch in this department. Intelligence, though,
and smartness – that’s another thing entirely. Innocence
is the hallmark of the creed. Wide-eyed wonder at the world is how
s/he crawled out of the cradle and will crawl into the grave.
If you want a judge with an innate capacity for fairness, a balanced
view of all viewpoints and the ability to wait forever before deciding
what is just and right, s/he is your babe in black. On the bench
reclining or sitting, unwilling to close any case until absolutely
certain all data is consulted and all context completely presented,
lawyers will rage to know that a suspension is easily won if even
a hint that a lack of justice may occur. Blind as a bat, yes.
Libra is not a survivor. S/he is too nice. But put in the middle
of war, s/he rises to the occasion by spreading out the wide all-embracing
arms of the peacemaker. Venus ruled, aware of the torments of war
and weariness both, s/he brings the peace of gentle touch and the
desire to live until the next day, which often helps subdue rage
that wants to tear today into tiny pieces. In order to ensure peace,
s/he will spread out the limbs of languor. S/he may be raped, and
often is, but that still takes the edge off things, right? Let’s
be fair. Dying is not too high a price to pay for cessation of conflict
– but living in peace is even better.
No Libra was at the controls of those planes that went into the
World Trade Centre. No Libra ever believed that taking others to
death was the best way to improve life. But check out the birth
date of the madam under the local red light, or the quiet Supreme
Court longtime habitué, or the professor who has been gently
teaching political science for decades – and there you will
find them, easing us around the long curve into the Third Millennium.
What is Libra’s lack? It takes the Libran a while to figure
out this could be a flaw, mind you, and has a dozen other terms
with which to describe it. But in the end one must accede to tactless
Sagittarian insight and just admit to laziness. A Libran is not
prone to making discoveries at age twelve, or to be geniuses at
any age: that takes too much work. It means concentration on one
topic, and takes one's interest away from what is the most fascinating
thing in the world: another person. Note the word "thing":
this means that the object can be interchangeable, and it takes
a strong and conscious effort for Libra to learn that people are
not interchangeable parts – and then to behave that way.
A Libran needs a partner: any partner tends to do, as long as someone
is there with whom one can relate. Hence the pattern of constant
change in a Libran's life: and think not that since this is activity
it counterveils laziness. Libra is a lover, not a Klingon: taking
up arms and snarling and pawing the ground and cutting to the death
is not a lifestyle Libra embraces. For one thing, you get all hot
and sweaty. For another, you might actually hurt someone. And deep
in the laziness of Libra is the desire to never hurt anyone: if
one is inactive, one is surely not going to cause or endure pain,
right?
So, Libra is a plump sign. Think about it: ruled by Venus, and the
de Milo had arms at one time with which to hold her many men who
were madly in love with that robust laughing lady. [Forget the Botticelli:
she's a girl, not a woman.] Low cal activities like reading, of
course, leads to plumpness. And so does another pleasure, that of
eating. Librans love to eat, and experiment with different tastes
as with different people and relationships. Life is a menu and the
courses are all appetizing, be they bland or spicy, simple or elegant.
Discrimination and judgment are qualities a Libra does eventually
attain, but only once everything possible is first tasted (oh yes!)
and categorized. Then a book is written, advise given, easily, gently,
with no pressure.
If you know thin Librans, active Librans, and careless Librans you
are meeting the ones who for some reason find contemplation a waste
of time and would rather get out there in the heat of things. These
are not true Librans: something is wrong with them. Some other sign,
like Scorpio or Aries, is influencing them. Ask them how happy they
are: wouldn't they rather be at home reading a book about jogging
than actually doing it? And the response will be a hesitant, shame-faced
nod. But you see it is socially acceptable to jog and sweat, and
Libra is very conscious of what other people want. Get a fad going
and Libra will think about jumping on. If the group is doing something
energetic, Libra may sigh and follow. But Libra is not comfortable
following: that is just my point, about something being wrong. Librans
are leaders, but they do it from the living room. I'm sure The Armchair
Tourist was written by a Libran for Librans.
So, Scorpio or Leo or Aries, if you want a happy Libra in your arms,
give him or her plenty of time alone to be lazy and read, or lazy
and think, or lazy and dream. Then the rest of the time upset them
as you please, and they will please you by enduring your flaws –
such as excessive and sweaty sexual activity – with renewed
strength.
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