So yesterday I was scrolling through astrology stuff online when this question hit me – what’s the deal with Virgo’s dark side? People always talk ’bout how organized and perfect we are, but nah, there’s gotta be more under the surface. Felt like diggin’ deeper.
Starting Point Was Annoyance Honestly
First I thought back to last Tuesday when my partner left coffee stains on the new tablecloth. My hands were actually shaking tryin’ not to snap at him. That petty rage surprised even me – why’d a stupid stain feel like someone scraped nails on a chalkboard?
- Pulled out my worn notebook where I scribble random thoughts
- Dusted off that astrology book my sis gave me 3 birthdays ago
- Made bitter espresso – no sugar, matched my mood
The Ugly Stuff That Showed Up
Flippin’ pages, two things jumped out. First was control freak mode – like when I rearranged my friend’s whole pantry “just to help”. Second? Silent grudge holding. Found an entry about still being mad over my cousin borrowing my sweater in 2019 – she returned it with deodorant marks!
Tried testing theories at the grocery store later. When some dude blocked the aisle staring at yogurts, normally I’d sigh politely. This time I let myself glare. Felt strangely powerful watching him scramble away from my death stare.
Weirdest Realization Came Midnight
Couldn’t sleep over this. Crawled to the fridge at 2am and wrote on it with dry-erase marker:
- “Mess = growth? Maybe?”
- “Tearing people down ≠ making myself taller”
Left pizza boxes out next morning deliberately. My Virgo soul wept but… nobody died. Partner actually smiled sayin’ “Looks lived-in”. Felt like discovering gravity but for personality flaws.
End of the day? We’re not just neat freaks. We’re volcanoes in cardigans. Owning that dark stuff? Way more interestin’ than being perfect.
