Alright so people kept bugging me about what’s up with Virgos and love life in 2022. Figured why not throw together some predictions? Grabbed my laptop thinking this would be a quick one-hour job. Famous last words.
The Kickoff Mess
First thing, slammed open Google like always. Typed “Virgo 2022 love astrology”. About a million sites popped up. Skimmed three articles real fast – all saying different crap. One talked about Mercury retrograde screwing communication, another hyped Venus in Gemini bringing flings, third warned about Saturn making relationships feel heavy. My brain already buzzing. Thought “Okay gotta pick something or I’ll be here all night.” Went with whatever sounded less complicated.
Smashing Words Together
Cracked open a blank doc feeling kinda smart. Titled it Virgo 2022 Monthly Horoscope Predictions: What Happens in Love? Real professional sounding, right? Started jotting down bullet points month by month. Went like this:
- January: Said something vague like “old flames might reappear.” Classic horoscope fluff.
- May: Blamed Mercury retrograde for fights. Easy target.
- July: Got excited and wrote “summer fling alert!” because summer.
- September: Waffled about “needing to communicate better.” Who doesn’t?
- December: Ended with “reflecting on love lessons learned.” Deep stuff.
Scrolled back up and stared. Felt… thin. Like really thin. Where’s the meat? Panicked for a solid five minutes thinking maybe I should just scrap it. But nah, stubborn streak kicked in. Added random phrases like “cosmic alignment” and “soul connections” hoping it sounded profound. It probably didn’t.
The Final Hurdle (Mostly Tripping)
Spotted typos everywhere once I proofread. Fixed “Virggo” thank god. Coffee mug left a ring on my messy notes. Wiped it smudging the ink. Accidentally highlighted half of July’s prediction and deleted it. Had to re-type from memory, probably made it worse. Hit publish button before I chickened out. Felt instant regret.
The Aftermath (Spoiler: It’s Awkward)
Few friends read it. One texted laughing, “July fling? I got food poisoning July.” Another asked seriously if the “October karmic reckoning” meant her boyfriend forgetting their anniversary counted. Had to sheepishly admit it was just words I threw together. Lesson learned? Maybe don’t try to predict the universe based on a frantic Google search and leftover coffee. Or at least don’t take it seriously. Whole thing felt kinda silly afterwards.
