So last month my Virgo buddy Dave was complaining like crazy about his wife Sarah – who’s also a Virgo – and honestly? It was like looking in a mirror. Two Virgos bickering over whose turn it was to reorganize the spice rack. Seriously. That’s when I dug up some 2017 compatibility guide titled “Virgo and Virgo compatibility 2017 revealed fix common problems now.” Sounded like nonsense, but hell, my own marriage (yep, another Virgo-Virgo situation) felt like two librarians fighting over a misplaced book. Figured I’d test-drive this stuff myself.
Step 1: The Nitpicking Nightmare
First up, that guide hammered on our “attention to detail.” Translation? We turn tiny stuff into WWIII. Like toothpaste caps. I swear, if my wife Karen saw my cap slightly askew? Nuclear meltdown. The guide said: Schedule your nitpicking. No joke. So Wednesday nights, 8 PM, became “Complaint O’Clock.” We sat at the kitchen table with notepads – Karen listed my sock pile by the couch; I mentioned her 37 slightly different cleaning sprays. Getting it out felt weirdly good. We even laughed at how dumb most gripes were. Score one for the guide.
Step 2: Overthinking Like Our Brains Were On Fire
Next trap? Analysis paralysis. Two Virgos picking a Netflix show? Could take days. That 2017 guide basically yelled: Set. A. Time. Limit. We tried it for dumb decisions:
- What’s for dinner? Spin a wheel app after 3 minutes.
- Weekend plans? Flip a coin after 10 minutes max.
- Text message reply? Wait 2 minutes max, then SEND. (This one nearly killed us).
Forced decisions felt like ripping off a Band-Aid – scary, then relief. Saved us hours of “But what if the Thai place changed their peanut sauce recipe?” debates.
Step 3: The Emotional Brick Wall
This was the hard part. We Virgos suck at feelings. That guide said we bottle things up until they explode over… spilled lentils. Its fix? Forced Vulnerability. Yeah, sounded cringey. But we tried it Saturday mornings with coffee. One rule: No practical talk allowed. Just feelings. First time was like pulling teeth:
- Me: “I kinda felt ignored when you organized the garage without me.”
- Karen: “I… felt anxious about the loose bolts near your bike.”
Felt awkward as hell, man. Like speaking Klingon. But slowly? It got less weird. We weren’t fixing bolts or garages; just saying the dumb feelings out loud. Made the actual fights way shorter.
What Actually Happened
Did it magically fix everything? Nah. We’re still two Virgos living in a hyper-organized, slightly anxious bubble. The spice rack peace treaty? Fragile at best. But forcing those chats and time limits? Took the edge off. Less World War Spice Rack, more minor skirmish. We still overthink, but now we laugh while doing it. Mostly. That 2017 guide was kinda messy and oversold itself, but grabbing that “forced chat” idea? Saved us at least three pointless fights about dishwasher loading techniques. And honestly? For two Virgos, that’s a win.
