Your whole life is a lie.
There are certain things we humans are pretty used to- 12 constellations pretty much tops the list. No one plays with the inevitability of this prospect of our life. It is our freaking identity, for go's sake. Okay, I might have been overexaggerating here a bit but let's take a moment to ponder over this.
Since birth, I thought that there are twelve constellations. It became a part of my identity and now suddenly, NASA enters the picture and tells everyone that it is not true. Is my whole life based on a lie? How can I trust anyone anymore? This is an apocalypse.
PS: I think something inside me is weeping. Is that you trust?
Or will NASA tell us that we are seeing everything wrong. I am better now. So let's talk about this for a moment.
According to NASA reports, a constellation named Ophiuchus was very conveniently avoided by Babylonians while they were preparing the zodiac calendar. Three thousand years ago they were operating on a moon-based calendar which correlated well with the 12 constellations but "even then, some of the chosen 12 didn't fit neatly into their assigned slice of the pie and slopped over into the next one."
They left Ophiuchus behind.
"The sky has shifted because Earth's axis (North Pole) doesn't point in quite the same direction. Now Mimi's August 4 birthday would mean she was born "under the sign" of Cancer (one constellation 'earlier'), not Leo." Yikes!
In case you were born in between Nov 29 and Dec 17, consider yourself Ophiuchus. And your sign? It is a snake holding peace-maker who is thirsty for knowledge along with being very lucky.
But then NASA also reminds us that astrology is not a real science. Thank you NASA, for the consolation.