I’ve also always known mine. Cancer and a dragon.
I remember buying those little rolled up horoscopes once in a while.
I’m a Cancer and a Rabbit. The Chinese one is easy enough to remember, as my name is Peter, ergo … Peter Rabbit.
I know lots of meaningless junk!
I’ve pretty much known ‘forever’ - at least as long back as my personal memory goes. My mom, who had hippy moments in the past, never believed in astrology, but had several friends who were casual pursuers of it (the sort that said it wasn’t controlling but did contain hints).
So they used to mention that my mom was ‘lucky’ because both myself and my younger brother are Gemini - our B-days are almost exactly 2 years apart, and would have been closer if he hadn’t come about 2 weeks early.
I’m a Scorpio and a Rabbit. Doesn’t seem like a good match!
I probably also picked up the knowledge from the comics. I had a friend in my twenties who wrote me an entire elaborate horoscope. I only remember that my moon and rising sign were both Pisces, and that all my planets were either air or water.
And I remember those little tube horoscopes! They used to be at the check-out counter in various places as I remember.
According to the intersection of the western and Chinese zodiacs, I am a virgin cock.
You can imagine that this has been a source of lifelong amusement.
I’m also the year of the goat. I’m also a Capricorn. I don’t know what that means but I will eat almost anything.
Fun question. Yes, I have basically always known that my sign is Libra, I was born in the Chinese Year of the Dog, and my birthstone is opal.
None of it matters to me in any life-altering way, but sometimes it is nice to acknowledge one’s membership in larger social/cultural phenomena.
Didn’t answer poll because it had no response that suited me. I learned it in childhood. I did not always “just know it”.
It was one of those pieces of useless info you knew - like what the names of different marbles were and whether certain sorts of bmx wheels were higher or lower in prestige than certain other bmx wheels.
Meant nothing to us other than that.
Not always, but I did learn it as a kid, mostly as a curiosity thing. (So I chose the first option.) I never have looked at horoscopes for any reason other than to see how vague they were.
What I didn’t learn until I was an adult were the astronomical aspects—the part involving looking at where the earth, sun, moon, and planets appear in the sky relative to the constellations. I just thought it was based on using the stars to know the time of year.
Virgo
I missed being an awesome Leo by a couple weeks.
I loved this 5th dimension song. Have no clue WTH it means.
I’m a Leo and an Ox. As someone else said upthread - I don’t remember my Chinese sign. I always have to look at the placemat. But, I’ve always known I was a Leo. Astrology was kind of kick back in the 60s and 70s and my mom had a bunch of books on it. It was fun to read about and compare everyone’s traits. I don’t pay much attention to it now.
Last summer though, I bought myself a tank top with a drawing of a roaring lion on it. It says “Leo” underneath the picture. I’ve been kind of into vintage t-shirts/tank tops in the last year and came across it as I was perusing Amazon.
There’s also Hindu or Vedic astrology which is offset from Western. In Western, my sun sign is Capricorn, in Vedic, it’s Sagittarius.
Everyone who’s saying "I’m a… [sign] is talking about sun only. A full chart notes the position of every planet, not just the sun, and Vedic astrology also uses fixed constellations and a separate construct called “lunar mansions”.
I don’t know much about Chinese astrology, but I would have to have my chart actually done because I’m right on the cusp between one year and the next.
Yeah, I’ve known my sign as long as I can think back, I’m Pisces. I think it’s just a cultural quirk, almost no one thinks it’s somehow important, but something you just know in our society. And count me as another one who never remembers their Chinese sign. I always have to look up if I’m a rat or a monkey (looked it up now, it’s monkey).
As for other people, I only know the signs of my parents (both Libra) and my sister (Sagittarius).
I sometimes amuse myself by reading last week’s horoscope and comparing it to my real week.
I don’t think I knew it until the 60s, when it was all the rage. My first girlfriend in college had the same birthday as I do, and one of the first things she said to me was “Two Tauruses? This will never work.” She was right.
I know it, but I think horoscopes and astrology are 100% unadulterated bullshit.
The local paper’s daily horoscope used to have a star rating for how your day was going to be. Never saw anything less then 3-stars, so apparently no one was ever going to have a bad day.
You’d remember if you were born in the year of the Elephant.
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How very American! In my childhood in Spain there were several one or two stars every week. They had the “best” and the “worst” sign of the week, and the worst had, of course, lousy expectations.
I remember reading a book in the 80s about a man who was dumped by his girlfriend, a Taurus. He worked at the local newspaper and was in charge of horoscopes, so he started writing horrible prospects for Taurus. Day after day after day. The owners of the newspaper never figured out why their sales dropped by 8% all of a sudden. I found that funny, but I don’t remember the title or the author. This was not the main plot, just a side line.
I was a child during the 1970s, so it was unavoidable. I am Taurus by traditional astrology, but Aries by sidereal astrology.
I just looked up the Wiki page for the Chinese zodiac, which tells me that I was born in the year of the Goat/Sheep/Ram, in the season when the element Fire is important.