So i became a Sociopathic Mars in Virgo Cyborg today.
Info: if you don’t know it – Mars is in Virgo until July. This is a extremely long time for a planet like Mars to spend in a sign like Virgo.
Having natal Mars in Virgo (that is, i was born with it) AND retrograde, i knew i was at high risk of becoming a Sociopathic Mars in Virgo cyborg.
But what i didn’t know was what would drive me to it: The Cancerian who emailed me to ask why the site couldn’t tell her how much money was left in her account? My iPhone breaking after i dropped it having been nearly run over by a lower Aries type in a black BMW? The Scorpio Kitten throwing up on the just professionally cleaned carpet?
No-no-no. It was medical. Virgo rules, amongst other things – healing & medicine. I sometimes think that asteroid Hygeia should be a co-ruler of Virgo.
First a vase smashed (see Scorpio Kitten) scattering nanosonic shards of glass all over the floor – about three of them somehow got embedded in my foot and one i could not get out. So i ring the local doctor and guess what? She doesn’t do that sort of thing. Suggested i go to A & E.
Cue Mars in Virgo style rant to receptionist re decline of healing, local doctors, big pharma, loss of simple values being behind global financial fuqery, that she would probably give me Prozac but would not extract glass from foot, that i was not going to spend ten hours waiting with forklift accident victims and people coming down off ice just to drain the hospital system etc etc.
So i go to another local doctor and was made to fill out a form describing drinking, smoking and drug taking habits, family history, birth order etc etc. How often did i inhale Skank Dust sort of thing? As an oldest child perhaps the glass in my foot was bilateral or something? Fair enough.
Twenty mins of sitting in the disgusting waiting room, listening to the doctor crap on and on, chortling on the phone in his surgery, looking at hideous 1970s watercolours stained with what resembled urine, bilious carpet, the secretary tried to establish if i was in financial hardship or tweaking and then – THE FINAL IRONY.
2008 copies of Womans Day magazine. If you are not familiar with this publication, let’s just say it relies very heavily on being contemporary. It dates real fast. And the magazine stacks were dusty too. They probably had mites.
That is when i became the Sociopathic Mars in Virgo Cyborg. It’s not just the insult of me being punctual and the doctor not giving a fuq when i have glass in my foot nor even the decor, i said as i stormed out.
HOW can can an environment be healing when people cannot even be bothered to update magazines and dust things?
Is not cleanliness next to godliness? Hygiene, Florence Nightingale making everyone wash their hands, punctuality, willingness to perform small and humble tasks for money and/or to help, cleanliness, up to date magazines – these are all things that could turn anyone into a Sociopathic Mars In Virgo Cyborg as well.
Oh and so i consulted Dr Google in the end. Genius. You soak your feet in a sugar bath and it dissolves the salt in the glass so it comes out.
Hands up who else is becoming a Sociopathic Mars In Venus Cyborg?