Being a Libra is as much a part of my identity as being born in October. It doesn’t mean anything, just part of the facts of my existence, like I have blue eyes and brown hair.
So I’m amused to learn that I might actually be a Virgo.
Rob, whose birthday is in January, thought he was born in the year of the boar, going by the years on Chinese restaurant placemats. But because his birthday is in January, he actually was born before the Lunar New Year and was surprised a few years ago when I told him he is actually a dog.
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It’s kind of strange isn’t it? Yesterday we were Libras and now we’re Virgos. I’m trying to articulate how it makes me feel. Kind of like the fun was just sucked out of a game.
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