So I got this idea last month when my new coworker – super organized Virgo girl – joined our team. Everyone kept saying “typical Virgo” when she color-coded the shared drive at 10pm on a Tuesday. Got me wondering: what actually makes these women tick?
Step 1: Observing Real People
Started quietly watching three Virgo women I know – my sister’s BFF Sarah, that coworker Amanda, and my gym buddy Nina. Carried a tiny notebook like some detective tracking clues. First shocker? They all had bullet journals. Not cute doodle journals, I mean military-grade planners with highlighted to-do lists.
Step 2: Spotting Patterns
After three weeks, five patterns jumped out:
- The Fixer Mode: Sarah literally rearranged my kitchen cabinet when I complained about messy spices. “This system’s inefficient,” she said while alphabetizing oregano and cumin. Virgos see chaos and MUST organize it.
- Truth Bombs: Asked Nina about my awful dating profile pics. Got: “Honestly? You look like a hostage in all these. Let’s shoot new ones Saturday at 7am when the lighting’s decent.” Zero sugarcoating.
- Hyper-Analysis: Watched Amanda dissect lunch options for 20 minutes. “Sandwich shop’s 0.3 miles closer but their health score is 82 vs salad bar’s 94…” Broke out spreadsheets for a damn chicken wrap.
- Secret Softness: Caught Sarah feeding stray cats behind the dumpster every night. “Don’t tell anyone!” she hissed. These women show stone faces but do sneaky-kind stuff constantly.
- Overthinking Olympics: Sent the same “hey wanna hang?” text to all three. Got three essay-length replies analyzing schedules, possible activities, and contingency plans. My Libra ass just wanted frozen yogurt.
Step 3: Testing Theories
Asked them directly: “What’s actually exhausting about being you?” All three said the same damn thing: “Knowing I’ll redo others’ work anyway, so why bother delegating?” My coworker even confessed she rewashes her boyfriend’s dishes. “He doesn’t scrub the fork tines properly.” Savage.
Final realization? Virgo women are like human Swiss Army knives – crazy useful but internally screaming “WHY AM I THE ONLY ADULT HERE?!” Learned to just appreciate their weirdly efficient magic while handing them coffee.
