Original Advice
“DONT: Don’t diagnose yourself from horoscope memes.”
Cancel the Meme-Doctor, Gemini
Stop outsourcing your panic to punchlines. You keep scrolling, collecting labels you didn’t earn, and pinning them to your chest like name tags. They don’t soothe you; they stack. Anxiety loves cardboard crowns. Each meme promises certainty, then cages you in shorthand. You are not a carousel caption. Close the tab before it writes your personality in permanent marker.
Memes compress nuance into a horoscope haiku. They reward your twin-brain hunger for quick categories while starving the part that asks better questions. The algorithm profits; your attention fractures. Astrology describes weather, not diagnosis. Forecasts shift. Labels stick. When you swap curiosity for clichés, your mind becomes a rumor. Choose data you can test: sleep, breath, pulse, conversations that answer back.
Cosmic Context
Mercury rules you; information floods faster than feelings metabolize. Your gift is pattern-making, not self-sentencing.
Action
──────Mute astrology meme accounts for seven days.
✨ You are allowed to feel weird without naming it. ✨