Why A Sagittarius?

I’m Not Yelling. I’m Teaching.

Sagittarius is the drunk uncle of the zodiac. That’s not me being mean, that’s the actual nickname, the one every roundup of the signs reaches for. The other eleven get something with dignity. The warrior. The lover. The king. The mystic. The sage. We get the guy who corners you at the party, talks too loud, says the wrong thing, means well, and cannot read the room. Comic relief in everyone else’s chart.

Here’s what they leave out. We’re ruled by Jupiter, the teacher of the zodiac, the one planet whose whole job is to make you bigger than you walked in. So every Sagittarius is, underneath everything, a teacher. The catch is the element. We’re fire. We don’t teach quietly. We teach by saying the true thing loud enough, and direct enough, that you can’t leave the room and pretend you didn’t hear it. What everyone files under tactless is just a teacher refusing to let you stay comfortable and wrong. We’re not careless with the truth. We’re careless about your comfort, which is a different thing, and a kinder one.

Fine. So look at who’s actually in the drunk family before we break this down..