Alright folks, here’s what went down yesterday when I decided to finally tackle that Virgo addictive personality thing everyone keeps talking about. Seriously, it felt like explaining my own brain sometimes.
The “Oh Snap” Moment
It started super basic. I was sitting with my friend Sarah over coffee, again, because it’s Tuesday and we always do Tuesday coffee. We were talking about her new knitting project, and boom – my brain immediately went into “must research best yarn for beginners” mode. I physically stopped listening, pulled out my phone, and was three deep into Etsy reviews before she even finished her sentence. Sarah just laughed. “Still trying to optimize my hobby for me, huh? Classic.” That tiny moment? Major wake-up call. Felt like my brain just autopiloted into obsession town. Zero chill.
Actually Trying to See My Own Patterns
Right, so after the coffee shame, I figured I’d better understand what the heck was going on. I decided to just watch myself for a day, like I was some weird science experiment. No big changes, just observation:
- Coffee Routine: Had my usual two cups… then automatically started the kettle for a third while clearing the table. Like muscle memory. Realized it wasn’t thirst, just habit. Dumped the water.
- Phone Check Insanity: I pretended I was counting how often I wanted to check Instagram. Not even do it, just the urge. Lost count after 20 times before lunch. My finger kept twitching towards the phone! Frigging exhausting.
- The List Thing: Planned groceries. Ended up with color-coded sticky notes spread across the kitchen counter. Category, brand alternatives, price comparisons… for eggs. Sarah’s knitting vibes had officially invaded my fridge. Embarrassing level of detail.
It wasn’t pretty. It was like finding out you breathe weird and never noticed. Suddenly that “Virgo addictive trait” label? Didn’t seem so vague anymore. Felt uncomfortably specific.
Throwing Stuff at the Wall to See What Sticks
Okay, patterns spotted. Time for damage control. Didn’t wanna go full monk, just maybe dial it back. Made three tiny moves:
- Phone Jail: That constant itch to check my phone? Tried something dumb: putting it in a drawer across the room after reading a message. First hour felt like detox sweats. Seriously considered busting it out like a jailbreak. By hour three? Actual calm descended. Did it again today. Minor win.
- Habit Buddy: Remembered Sarah spotting my yarn obsession. Texted her: “Call me out if I start over-researching your stuff, deal?” She replied “YES PLEASE THANK YOU.” Simple backup plan. Felt less alone in the chaos.
- Schedule Block for Chaos: Instead of fighting the need to obsessively plan, I gave it space. Blocked 30 mins on my calendar just for making lists, comparing things, diving deep. Got my list fix in one shot, actually enjoyed it guilt-free, then closed the notebook. Didn’t bleed into the whole dang evening. That felt revolutionary.
Not Fixed, Just Aware
Look, I’m not cured. Drank that third coffee this morning anyway. Old habits die screaming. But yesterday? Huge. Actually seeing the little hooks my brain sets was the real kicker. It’s not about becoming a totally different person – just recognizing the autopilot moments and maybe, just maybe, nudging the steering wheel.
That “Virgo Addictive Personality” thing? Less of a scary label now, more like a quirky, sometimes annoying owner’s manual I’m finally starting to read. Baby steps, right?
