Okay, so my Virgo self was drowning in family drama last week – mom criticizing my life choices, sibling ignoring my texts, the whole messy package. Then I remembered that Virgo monthly horoscope from that astrology site. Figured, what’s the worst that could happen? Grabbed my laptop, searched it up, and scanned through.
The Plan
First, the guide straight-up called out communication breakdowns for Virgos this month. Boom, nailed it. Said Mercury’s position meant we needed structure, not emotional explosions. Suggested making a literal “talking points list” before family talks. Seemed weirdly… practical? So I opened a blank doc and typed:
- Don’t take Mom’s “when are you getting married?” personally (add smiley face?)
- Ask bro why he’s distant – offer help with his move
- No sarcasm. Drink water.
Felt like prepping for a work meeting. But hey, the stars said “organized approach.” Went with it.
Executing the Star Advice
Called Mom Friday night. Started with “Hey, wanted to chat about some things – got my notes handy!” Heard her snort-laugh. But it worked. Read my bullet points like a script. When she launched into the marriage rant, I said, “Yep, noted – but can we talk about the leaky sink you mentioned last week?” Swerved the landmine. Felt robotic, but no yelling!
For my brother, the guide mentioned Venus influencing “acts of service.” Instead of texting “u mad at me???”, I showed up Saturday with a box of packing tape for his apartment move. Didn’t mention astrology. Just said, “Figured you’d need this.” He grunted… but then asked if I wanted pizza. Progress!
Weird Ritual Stuff
Okay, the guide also said to “cleanse stagnant energy” by decluttering a shared space. Chose the dusty hallway closet. Chucked expired meds while imagining resentment going in the trash bag. Superstitious? Maybe. But scrubbing shelves felt satisfying. Brother even dumped old coats without being asked.
Post-cleanup, the vibe did feel lighter. Or maybe we were all just tired.
How It Actually Went Down
Mom still thinks I’ll die alone with cats. Brother still owes me pizza money. But:
- Zero meltdown calls this week
- Brother actually texted a meme
- Hallway smells like lemon cleaner
Horoscope didn’t magically fix decades of family chaos. But the “talking points” trick saved my sanity. Mercury knew: Virgos need bullet points like oxygen. Still think astrology’s 50% luck, but hey – if star advice means Mom doesn’t yell about my life choices for 20 minutes? I’ll take that win.
