Hey there, celestial wanderers! It’s your disgruntled celestial scribe, Ragey McSwearington. Now, I’m not one for the delicate discourse, so let’s cut the shit and get straight to it: Pluto. Is it a planet? Is it not? Who the hell knows anymore, and more importantly, who the hell cares? The real question here is, why is this tiny, icy bastard fucking with your communication skills? Well, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to take a rough ride through the cosmos.

For those of you living under a rock (or an asteroid, for you space nerds), there’s been an ongoing debate about whether Pluto is a planet. For a long while, it was the smallest and furthest planet from the sun, just chilling out in the Kuiper Belt like the lone goth kid at a party. But then, those big-brained astronomers decided it didn’t fit the bill as a “real” planet. They made it a “dwarf planet.” That’s like being told you’re not a real adult because you still eat cereal for dinner. Whatever, it’s a technicality.

But here’s the point you give a fuck about: despite its questionable status, this tiny celestial underdog has a huge impact on your life, specifically your communication skills. How? Well, Pluto rules over transformation and regeneration. It’s all about death and rebirth, the eternal “out with the old, in with the new” cycle. It’s not interested in small talk or empty words; it wants the raw, gritty, honest-to-god truth.

So, when Pluto gets all up in your business, you might find yourself saying shit you didn’t mean to say or revealing secrets that you meant to keep buried. It’s not just a Freudian slip; it’s a full-on Freudian faceplant. Conversations become minefields, with every word having the potential to explode into chaos.

But here’s the kicker – this cosmic chaos isn’t just for shits and giggles. Pluto doesn’t make your life hell for no reason. It’s here to shake things up, to force you to face the truth, and to make you communicate more honestly and authentically.

So, the next time you’re wondering why your words seem to have a life of their own or why you can’t seem to shut up about your deepest fears and desires, you can probably thank (or curse) Pluto. Whether it’s a planet or not, it’s one celestial body you don’t want to mess with.

Alright, star gazers, that’s enough space shit for one day. I’m Ragey McSwearington, your foul-mouthed guide to the stars, saying: keep your bullshit detectors on high alert, and for god’s sake, watch what you say when Pluto’s in play. Peace out.