My daughter, a Leo and budding Astrologer (until she figured out it took a lot of studying) was going through the neighborhood imparting her celestial wisdoms. Now, she had the basics down and was pretty good at guessing just Sun Signs figured from her knowledge base. She gets to the house two doors down and an older teenager lives there. With a little bit of conversation, my daughter pronounces… “you are a Leo”. And she was right. Also sitting in the group was an adorable wide eyed 4 year old. She says, “I am a Leo too.” My daughter asks her birth date and corrects her by saying, “No, you are a Virgo”. This sweet little one morphs in front of everyone into a larger than life super Diva. She stomps over to the house and in a raised voice tells everyone, I want to be a Leo and goes in slamming the door as an exclamation. You can hear a one sided heated argument going on and the sounds of a tantrum. After a bit, she comes outside and politely tells everyone she was wrong she is a Virgo and sits down quiet folding her hands and rejoins the group. In this case, I think it would be safe to guess a Leo Rising.
This is a phenomenon I have seen a number of times. I think with Virgos, being organized is such a natural state of mind, they do not realize that it is exclusive to them. So, the examples in Astrology books, the anecdotal ones, really aren’t funny to them and they are left wondering how Virgo they really are.
I worked with an Astrologer that decided to take into account the Procession of the Equinox since she felt she was a Leo and not a Virgo. If anyone asked her, the automatic response was, “I am a Leo”. Us Cappys have an evil streak you know, and I couldn’t resist. I started a discussion with her about how obviously Virgo she really is…. Oh boy, the list of reasons she couldn’t be was long and punctuated with numbers. I sense she has worked and revised this list for a long time. As she was talking, I reached down with my finger and knocked some of her paperwork into disarray. She continued on her list and reached over and grabbed the papers and refiled them and matched up the edges before putting it back down. And the list continued…. so I placed my coffee cup on a book of hers… which she picked up and opened a drawer to her desk and pulled out a rag, wiped the cup, got a piece of paper to place it on and wiped down her book. All the while continuing to explain how she is such a Leo…. and she got to the discussion of sex and how Leonine wild she was. It started out with getting the towels to place down on the bed to prevent having to change the sheets….. I was not going to get anywhere with her. So I asked her, is it a Leo thing to iron pleats into blue jeans? That was funny, she told me Leos must always look their best and proceeded to tell me about her ironing ritual…
My best friend is a Virgo. She finally has come to accept it thankfully. We were roommates in our early 20’s and I made my point on how much more like a Virgo she was than the imaginary Leo she thought she was. At 3 in the morning to be woken up to a vacuum running because she had some loose stuff on her bedroom slippers. The look I gave her… she sheepishly said, “that’s Virgo, huh?” These were fun wild times for us and it was comforting to see this gregarious, jovial individual in private. The wild clothes and make up and hair… it was all done in a ritualistic manner. Everything had it’s place and time. The only thing that could break that routine was if a mess was made, she dropped everything to whip through and clean it up. And back to where she was, like not missing a beat. We couldn’t just leave for the nightclub… I had to wait for her to wash the glass she had been drinking out of before we could go.
Now, I think it is silly for a Virgo to want to be a Leo… I think we should all be lucky to have some of these Virgo traits ourselves. And what ever you do, don’t point out how Virgo a Virgo is… you will get the list.