Originally posted by nanren4ever:
What about the Zodiac cancer? u only talk about the women part for Cancerians.
And why u think Cancerians are the worst type to hang out with?
Most Cancerians (males) I know of make very intimate writers because they're full of pathos, overwhelming emotions and they have the patience to convey them into words. (Females I think they are fine because biologically they are supposed to be full of womanese. Tiny is one and she seems rather fine.)
Good to hang out with because they are great listeners (not hearing, but actually listening and they remember) but the moment you hit a raw nerve, it usually takes them days or weeks to forget the 'hurt'. When they get like that they are worse than whining women. They become unbearable (especially because males are supposed to be conditioned strong and un-affected).
Just my 2 cents worth, hope you don't feel offended (and I'm not in trouble) by my remarks if you happen to be a Cancerian. Cheers.
Cancer
Â…circumambulates for a while,
and when it grabs the prize with its pincers,
you have to virtually kill it to get it to let go.'Don't throw out that old plastic bottle,' said a Cancer friend to me once. 'It might come in useful sometime.' This piece of advice is a paradigm (a miniature replica of a much larger reality) of Cancer. Whether it's an old plastic bottle, an old lover, an old house, an old belief, an old bit of string, an old memoryÂ…Hang on to it, says Cancer. You never know when you might need it again. Not that Cancer is a particularly 'practical' sign in the way we have met practicality in the element of earth. Cancer is much too imaginative, too immersed in a world of dreams and longings and subtle currents of emotion, to treat everything in the literal terms of how much it's worth.
But one of the strongest urges in this watery sign is the urge for security. For what's known and familiar, comforting and safe. It is an emotional motivation, not a practical one. I once knew a Cancer man who kept an old shoebox locked in a desk drawer. In it was the most bizarre assortment of objects gathered together that I have ever seen: old chewing-gum wrappers (thankfully the gum was missing), pieces of rope, old photographs, bits of lace, nuts and screws and used bent nails, fragments of magazine articles, a dried flower of unknown origin, and most difficult to believe, an old (and used) French letter. At this point, being familiar with astrology, I didn't even bother to ask why. I knew the answer.
Now this rather extreme example of Cancer's penchant for saving things is a little pathological. But you can be sure that every Cancer has a metaphorical shoebox somewhere, where things from the past linger. Beneath the Crab's peculiar and often disconcerting penchant for not letting go - of anything - lies one of the most sensitive and vulnerable of all the zodiacal signs. Cancer is ruled by the moon, and the moon's phases, constantly shifting and changing, are an apt image of the constant ebb and flow of moods, desires, feelings, fears and intuitions that wash through this apparently solid and conservative temperament. Yes, conservative. Think about what the word means. Cancer knows all about conservation. Waste not, want not.
With all the canniness of a Scot (Scotland, in fact, is said to be ruled by Cancer), the Cancerian will carefully nurture and protect those tender feelings beneath a bristling fortified wall of souvenirs, mementoes, stock certificates, insurance policies, old photographs, family support, tradition, and a strong tendency toward preserving the status quo. That is, as long as the status quo protects 'me and mine.'
Cancer is traditionally the sign of the family. This doesn't necessarily mean that every Cancer wants, or should have, a family in the conventional sense. Lots of Cancers, contrary to popular conception, are not domestic. They needn't have ties of blood. But the feeling of continuity with the past is terribly important to Cancer. The past is often more real to Cancer than the present, because it's known and therefore safe. Cancer's roots sink deep into the earth. Where there is a past, there could be a secure future. With his roots firm in the ground, Cancer can indulge in his love of exploration, his wandering instinct, his changeability. A Cancer who is cut off from his roots is a very sorry creature - until he learns to grow new roots, either a new family or a group of friends or a work project. Something. Without these things, the Crab withdraws ever more tightly into his shell until he is imprisoned by his own fear of the future and his terror of the unknown.
The Crab is an instructive animal to watch if you want to learn about Cancer. Firstly, it never moves directly towards something it wants. It always circumambulates, to make it look as though it is actually heading off into a completely different direction. 'What me? Interested in that? Don't be silly. It's the last thing on my mind.' But when it grabs for the prize, and those pincers close, you have to virtually kill it to get it to let go. It won't fight; crabs are non-aggressive animals. It will take pummeling, pushing, shoving, any treatment you care to give it. It simply hangs on, until you get tired and go away.
Watch a Cancer woman at a party, when she spots a man she is attracted to. Move straight in and begin a conversation? Never. She will circle around the room, studiously ignoring the desired object. She will chat brightly to everyone within range. She will somehow contrive to join a group standing nearby. She might succeed in spilling her drink an inch from his trouser leg, and probably not even be aware of what she is doing, in any calculating way. Cancer is an instinctive sign, doesn't like to analyse its own motives. But take the initiative directly? Never. That exposes her to possible rejection, humiliation or looking ridiculous. If you really want to see a Cancer terrified, threaten him with those things: rejection, humiliation, loss of face. Cancer is so sensitive, so vulnerable to other people's opinions of himself. That is, unless he absolutely trusts everyone present. Then anything might happen.