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

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Mute astrology meme accounts for seven days.

You are allowed to feel weird without naming it.