Virgo's Dirty Labours,..

If there were a place where all data were logged, a person who could run commentary on such constant precipitous volumes of data would more than likely be the Virgoan. They appear as librarians, book-keepers, scrap dealers and such.. so this week we pay homage to the Virgoan, the great whinger.
Of the Earth sign trilogy, you can bet that if you're busy with it, they've already done it and very possibly with half the hassles you're experiencing. Considering Virgoans usually have the gift of the gab, you can bet you're going to hear about it pretty often too.
Should have's abounding, Virgoans' banter is typically not of the emotional kind. It's regularly of the bric-a-brac type, technicalities flourishing out of every crevice. Weighing, measuring and commentating all the way, one pauses to wonder why they feel so compelled to chatter so. As meticulous as they are, imagine if that were internalised!
As with all earth signs it's that fundamental size, issue that marks the Virgoan. Fires have to be the brightest, mountains have to be the largest, the most dominating on the scene, the most steadfast, a bastion of stability. Ponder here then on the temperament that lends itself toward this infernal need for substantiation. Melancholy reeks, for it will never be enough.
Some early physically strenuous environment often sets the Virgoan's life stage and goodness, are they adepts in the art of defence.
This is actually a big lesson for Virgoans to crack. Mountains take millennia to manufacture, so take your time, you're only human. Oh, and mountains/dirt, by their very nature are dirty. So well, get over it, manure stinks and often, the stinkier the better!
Give or take some, with Virgoans we can always assume that there will be chatter with the neighbours in some way, with the security guards, with the sales staff, even the cleaners if need be. Often yes, about some dirt. The truth which really needs to be publicly demystified is how, with Virgoans, there is the very real "social disgust" complex. The old family car or the way their parents treated them in public. This is the deep rotten core of the Virgoan that spurs them on to order, order and more order. Nothing can be perfect enough. As if a stain that will not remove, the Virgoan scours at it. Unfortunately it's often only once ill health touches our Virgoan that they realize this chase is in vain and very energy consuming.
This complex is helped along by their earthy drive for food and sensuality. 'I think I am dirty, but this sure feels good. I think I am empty, but my tummy sure feels full'.
Often there is something of the diet and the physical routine to notice with the Virgoan. So we can really see a gamut here from health freaks to real slobs. Both will have their day with their intestinal tracts. As will both have their day at the divorce court.
Again at both ends of the extremity, we find the poor Virgoans partner faced with continuous shlurrings based on the personal self worth and value issue the Virgoan just can't seem to grapple with. So relationships obviously buckle under such eternal, "poor me," strains. I mean, if you don't feel right about it, you are going to itch and scratch at it, no? Some day your partner is going to throw hands in the air and give up the chase. For the mature viewer, all your commentary is a direct reflection of your constant feeling of dis-ease. Eternally portraying the happy-go-lucky people, Virgoans labour to get those darn chips off their shoulders in vain. Being the sports commentator and the caged athlete, the Virgoan very often is stuck in a remorseless feud with the ghosts of time. Shadowboxing till the end.