Okay, so, why did I even do this? Honestly, sometimes I click on stuff purely out of boredom, you know? Stumbled across this thing claiming to have the full scoop on Virgo love life for every single month in 2019. My immediate thought? “Yeah, right, let’s see how much this holds up years later.” Plus, hey, I’m a Virgo, might as well put my own life under the microscope.
The Starting Point
First, I dug out my old planners and notebooks from 2019. Like, the real paper ones. Dusted ’em off. Figured the only way to “test” these predictions was to line ’em up with what I actually lived through month by month. Couldn’t just rely on memory – that’s a recipe for making stuff fit, right?
The Process (Got Messy Fast)
Here’s what I actually did:
- Opened that horoscope page. Printed it out too. Old school, yeah, but easier to scribble on.
- Grabbed my planner for Jan 2019. Started flipping through, looking for anything love-life related. Dates? Feelings? Arguments? Even just thinking about someone.
- January Prediction Check: It said something vague like “Venus brings harmony early month, communication breakdowns mid-month.” My notes? Had zero dates. Nothing about harmony. Did have a massive row with my then-partner around the 15th over… finances, classic. So, maybe that counted as “communication breakdown”? Felt like a stretch.
- February Prediction: “Unexpected passion!” it shouted. Me? Planners showed a business trip most of the month, a cancelled Valentine’s dinner because of flu, and… well, passion was snoozing harder than I was with the flu meds. Nope.
- Kept going, month by month. Some months, I’d see something that kinda matched if I squinted real hard. Like, “social opportunities” aligning with a friend trying to set me up in June (which went nowhere). Mostly, it felt like trying to jam my square life into these round prediction holes.
- Highlighted the predictions in yellow. Then went through my notes with a red pen, putting big question marks next to anything remotely possible and giant X’s for the total misses. Page looked like a toddler attacked it with crayons.
What Actually Happened
By September, it was just laughable. The prediction went on about “deepening commitment.” My planner? Held the scribbled breakup notes, tear stains (maybe coffee?), and a frantic search for a new apartment. Commitment? Yeah, committed to not talking to them again.
Finished the year in December. Prediction: “Romantic culmination!” Me? Spent Christmas Day eating takeout sushi alone, binge-watching cooking shows. Culmination of… leftovers, maybe?
The Big “Aha” (More Like “Duh”)
Honestly? It was mostly baloney. Seriously. Maybe 10% of it vaguely resonated if I was being super generous and ignoring the glaring misses. The rest felt like fortune cookie messages – vague enough to fit anyone feeling desperate enough to believe it. What shocked me wasn’t that it was wrong – I expected that. It was how completely detached it felt from the messy, random, confusing reality scribbled in my beat-up planner. Life didn’t follow the script they wrote five years ago. Not even close.
So yeah. Did the deep dive. Compared notes. Made a huge, colorful mess. Realized predictions are basically just stories we tell ourselves, hoping reality will follow. Mine didn’t. At all. Lesson? Keep the planner. Ditch the horoscope.
