So I got real curious ’bout this Virgo and Pisces mess ’cause honestly? My Virgo wife was driving me nuts tracking our arguments in spreadsheets while I’m over here just spacing out like a typical Pisces. Figured I should finally fix this crap instead of daydreaming about peace.
The Trigger Moment
Last Tuesday night she hands me this color-coded chart showing how often I “avoid confrontations” – which meant me watching fishing videos after she asked why I forgot to pay the internet bill. Classic. Her criticism hit like a brick. My escape into scrolling? Textbook Pisces. Time to experiment.
My First Fix Attempts (Total Fail)
Thought I’d be smart:
- Tried scheduling “deep talks” every Thursday night. Made spreadsheets. She loved it. I lasted one session before zoning out staring at her plant. Dead.
- Promised practical help – organized the pantry by expiration dates like a Virgo god. She smiled… then cried ’cause I stacked soup cans instead of comforting her during panic attack.
- Bought romance horoscope app. Suggested “dreamy walks under stars”. She brought pedometer. I complained about mosquitoes. We left in silence.
Epic disasters. Back to spreadsheet hell.
The Ugly Truth Discovery
Then I noticed our calendars. When Mercury retrograde warnings popped up for her? Chaos. She’d rewrite grocery lists 5 times. When Neptune was foggy? My brain became soup. Oh.
The Realistic Fix
Screw apps and forced romance. Now we do:
- “Fish Hours” – Every afternoon, she doesn’t expect practical crap from me for 60 mins. I draw stupid mermaid comics.
- Virgo Validation Time – When she reorganizes my toolbox for fun? I hand her sharpies instead of whining. Weirdly helps.
- Full Moon Whiteboard – We scribble emotional crap during full moons. She writes bullet points. I doodle waves beside them. Boom. Communication.
Did it magically fix everything? Hell no. Yesterday I washed red towels with her whites. She documented the dye transfer rate. But now she laughs while writing it down. Progress. Sorta.
