That Time I Diagnosed My Own Annoying Virgo Traits
Okay, so last Tuesday night? Felt like crap. Like, properly worn out and just annoyed at myself, y’know? Couldn’t figure why. Grabbed my notebook – the messy one, not the pretty bullet journal – and a pen. Figured I needed to brain dump.
I started scribbling, stream-of-consciousness stuff.
- “Pissed off Jenny didn’t reply to my exactly 3-point email draft about the neighborhood BBQ…”
- “Why is Mike so chaotic? Left that spreadsheet with ONE typo!”
- “My sock drawer is literally giving me hives. Took 45 mins organizing that nonsense instead of relaxing…”
Finished venting and stared at the page. Damn. Even I felt exhausted reading my own gripes. Started looking for patterns. Like, really looked.
First thing I did: Pulled up some astrology stuff online – generic lists of Virgo “challenges”. Not gonna lie, rolled my eyes hard at first. But then… wow. The top 5 negatives were staring me in the face on my scribbled page.
- Overthinking? Guilty. That email drama? Drafted it 5 times.
- Criticism (Especially Self-Criticism)? Off the charts. My “typo” rant about Mike? Pure criticism.
- Perfectionism? Hello, sock drawer meltdown. Needed immaculate sock pairing to function.
- Worry & Anxiety? Why was Jenny’s non-reply stressing me? Assumed she hated the structure.
- Rigidity? Getting annoyed Mike dared to do the spreadsheet differently? Yeah…
My next move? Proof of concept. Wednesday morning, deliberately messed up my desk. Left papers slightly askew, coffee mug not centered. Felt physically itchy, like actually itchy arms. Wild. That was reaction number one. Reaction number two? Started mentally writing a passive-aggressive note to myself! Caught myself doing it. This is ridiculous, I thought.
So I tried something else. When Mike mentioned the project wasn’t “final-final” yet later that day? Instead of my usual “Well, when will it be?”, I took a breath. Said, “Alright, cool. Just ping me when it’s ready for my eyes.” Didn’t die! Felt weirdly liberating.
Still caught myself organizing the spice rack by height AND alphabetically last night. Old habits. But seeing that list – knowing why I was stressing over stupid socks – actually helps. It’s like having the damn instruction manual to your own faulty brain wiring. Still messy. Still figuring it out. But yeah… spotting the Virgo BS is the first step to chucking it out.
