So this week I was scrolling through my phone, bored as heck, and saw this headline about a Virgo love tarot reading on that popular tarot site. You know the one. I figured, why not? My love life’s kinda blah lately, and hey, maybe some cosmic insight wouldn’t hurt.
First thing I did was grab my laptop, ’cause my phone screen’s too tiny for serious card gazing. Popped open the browser and went straight to that tarot site everyone uses. Scrolled down until I spotted it: the weekly Virgo one. Clicked right on in.
The page loads up all nice with the usual fancy graphics. It asks for my date, so I punched in my birthday – proper Virgo, obviously. Then it was time for the “reading.” Basically, the site shuffled a digital deck and laid out like, three cards for me. Supposed to show “what’s coming up” for Virgos in love this week.
Alright, cards were dealt: The Lovers, reversed, some Knight of Cups thing, and… the Three of Swords? Huh. Okay. First reaction was mild panic at seeing that Three of Swords. Heartbreak? Pain? Oof.
The site gives this little blurb explaining each card position for Virgo. For the Lovers reversed, it was talking about potential misunderstandings or choices needing attention. Knight of Cups was about emotional expression or a potential suitor. The Three of Swords? Yeah, it mentioned potential sorrow or difficult truths needing to be faced. Not exactly sunshine and roses.
I sat there staring at the screen trying to force it to make sense with my life. Was my partner hiding something? (Checked their texts? Nope.) Was I about to have a massive argument? (We mostly argued about dishes.) Was some devastating truth gonna hit me? (My biggest secret is eating the last cookie.)
Honestly? It felt off as heck. The cards just didn’t click with my actual week. No big choices, no new romantic person swanning in, no heartbreak or painful truths revealed. It was just… regular. Work, chores, maybe a nice date night planned for Saturday. Pretty standard stuff.
By mid-week, I just stopped trying to connect the dots. The “potential sorrow” card was clearly not about me, unless you count spilling coffee. The “choices” card? My biggest choice was takeout pizza or tacos.
So, by the time Friday rolled around, I had my answer about how “accurate” this Virgo weekly love tarot reading was. Yeah, not very.
Here’s the thing I realized:
- The reading is designed for every single Virgo on the planet.
- That means it’s super generic, super broad.
- The interpretations are vague enough that you could maybe stretch it to fit some aspect of your week if you try hard enough.
- But expecting it to be precisely accurate for your personal love life? Nah. Don’t hold your breath.
It’s a fun little curiosity, something to glance at over coffee maybe. But taking it super seriously? Treating it like a personalized forecast? Forget it. My actual love life this week proved way less dramatic than those digital cards suggested. Stick with talking to your actual partner, not the digital deck.
