Shouting from below my window compelled me to peer out. I am absolutely staggered by the events taking place. One man is stomping on the head of another by a pile of garbage bags, with such brutal force I have contempt for humanity as a whole. This can’t be real. Crawled into fetal position, the victim’s glasses fall off, as a caramel colored boot meets his temple. Immediately I am teleported back to high school, AP psych.
A white woman murdered in Queens, on her way home. There were 37 witnesses, all peering out their window, doing nothing, just like me. A huge revelation in psychology, it proved that the more people there are, the less responsibility each person feels. All of them assuming someone else would take action. I lift my phone to call 911, but the deli guy intervenes. Placing my phone down I scan the street and notice several people have called the cops. Thank god. The absolute most bizarre week, insane things were happening frequently. A friend I confided in told me this was to be expected during Mercury in retrograde.
Dumbfounded, I went home to Google wtf that meant.
Apparently Mercury is the planet of communication and transportation. The planet appears to be going backwards, but it isn’t. This is not a time of action but review. Repeatedly it’s stated that you shouldn’t:
-Start new relationships.
-Sign contracts without triple checking the fine print.
-Start new projects.
And that you should expect transportation delays and for your electronics to bug out.
Since discovering this cosmic event I’ve paid attention to how it affects me every time. Honestly I’ve been stuck on a subway for an hour, had my computer go on the fritz, almost died in an Uber when the driver dozed off at the wheel… So yeah, through my own experiences I’ve become a believer.
Mercury in retrogrades main purpose is to slow down, reflect and review. This is the first retrograde where I’ve actually listened, instead of pushing forward and it’s treated me well.
I learned that I haven’t been as compassionate towards an ex love as I thought I was. I spent so much time trying to prove I was wronged, that I didn’t see it from their perspective. When I did I realized they weren’t being cold, we simply had different love languages. It allowed me to heal from a wound I was inflicting on myself, by forgiving him.
Even if you think it’s all malarkey what’s the harm in pausing for some introspection? Name one thing you learned from the past, or about yourself upon reflection.