Alright so last Sunday night, scrolling felt endless as usual. Found this site with weekly horoscopes, figured why not check Virgo since that’s me. The love section popped out: “Mercury retrograde’s messing with communication, Virgo. Slow down, overthink less, and actually say what you need.” Honestly? Sounded like vague fluff. But hey, the ex was blowing up my phone with mixed signals again, so I gave it a shot. Here’s exactly how it went down.
Monday Morning Mess
Woke up cranky. That “overthink less” crap? Impossible. My brain’s like a hamster wheel on espresso. But the horoscope said “Write it down before you speak.” Grabbed this grimy notebook from my desk – seriously, coffee stains everywhere – and forced myself to scribble what I really wanted to tell my ex: “Stop texting at 2am. It messes me up.” My handwriting’s nasty, but seeing it on paper? Felt… solid. Didn’t send it yet though. Chicken move.
Tuesday Night Text Trap
Boom. 11:47 PM. Phone lights up: “U up? Miss u.” Classic. Felt the rage bubble. Normally I’d either ignore it or fire back something sarcastic. But the stars said “slow down.” Remembered that notebook. Reread my own stupid messy writing. Took a breath so deep I almost choked. Typed back, literally copying my note: “Please don’t text this late. It’s not okay for me.” Hit send before I could overthink it. Silence. For two whole hours. Panic started… then: “Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Shocked. It worked? Maybe the stars aren’t all stupid.
Friday Morning Real Talk
The “actually say what you need” part nagged me. Had a date setup for coffee. My usual style? Smile, nod, pretend everything’s easy. Horoscope screamed “BE DIRECT VIRGO.” Ugh. Fine. Sat there stirring my cold brew like it owed me money. Blurted out: “Look, I hate awkward small talk. Can we just skip to weird hobbies?” Braced for cringe. Instead? She laughed. Hard. “Thank god,” she said. “I collect creepy antique dolls.” We spent an hour comparing doll restoration horror stories. Felt… light. Weirdly good.
Saturday Reflection
Okay, so Mercury Retrograde still feels like an excuse for bad wifi. BUT:
- Writing down messy thoughts? Like emotional bullet points. Stops the spiral.
- Copy-pasting my own words into texts? Saves me from 2am regret.
- Blurting out the awkward truth? Somehow better than perfect silence.
Didn’t magically fix my love life. Ex still exists. Dating’s still confusing. But for one dumb week? Following starry advice actually cut through the noise. Pretty dang useful. Might peek next week’s horoscope too. Maybe.
