Feeling Blue

Having given up on ever understanding me, my parents have started seeking divine explanations in the hopes that fate, cosmic interventions and destiny all play a stronger part in my life than my own choices do. Possibly because they don't like the choices I make or hope to counter them with some help from the stars. I still haven't resolved the inner debate on fate vs choice and while I have my fair share of eastern fatalism I do like to think I have control over some things. 
So when there's a question of fate can horoscopes and astrologers be far behind? I don't pretend to know much about astrology and since I haven't delved into the science it claims to be based on I prefer to be dictated by, for lack of a better word - philosophy or systems of reasoning, that I can actually make sense of.
The root of this whole rigmarole of an explanation lies in a very recent analysis made by an astrologer about, not the havoc planets and constellations were wreaking on my life, but the effect colours were. Yep, that's right.
Ok so I know blue is a 'cool' colour, red is a 'warm' colour and all the frequency stuff and green being soothing but I hadn't realized that astrologers had started including colours as makers of fate in their repertoire. I actually wonder if having run out of regular reasons like planetary misalignment and warped orbits wreaking havoc on my life the astrologer had to pull something out of his hat in desperation and voila! colour it was!
Whatever may the case be, a slight twist to this is that the guy actually got it spot on that my curtains were blue. He then theorized that the blue colour was to blame for a number of unnamed things and I need to immediately drench my life in yellow. This is the part I really hate - when a wild guess mixes with the little bit of eastern fatalism streak I have and messes with my mind.
 A small part of my brain is egging me on to go on and experiment and change my curtains to yellow; after all it's harmless, they're only curtains and it's not like I'm going to change them and then sit around waiting for yellow to work its miracle and transform my life. "What if there are golden opportunities I've been missing which I won't even know, because my curtains are blue?"
That's when the inner struggle begins.
"So you think if you change them everything will start going right? What's been going wrong anyway?"
"Well but how do I know they can't go more right than they are going now?"
"But if they go along the same as before will you start getting annoyed at yellow for not doing it's work? Or if something great happens it's no credit to you and it's all credit to yellow curtains?"
"Ummmmm no, but I can just change them and then forget about it. No harm right?"
"What if something not nice happens? Then you'll start thinking you were better off with blue"
"Uhhhh maybe"
"And then you're going to stop thinking you're responsible for anything that happens to you and ..."
At this point my mind descends in to general chaos.Do I need the crutch of this mumbo jumbo? Dare I invite the wrath of the colour deities?  This, over the colour of my curtains, mind you.
The jury is still out on this one. In the meantime I will listen to "Yellow" by Coldplay and hope that it counts in some measure against the cosmic war blue is waging on my fate.