
Draumstafir
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12 Years500+ PostsScorpio
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Posted by ellessque
LOL
I have venus in libra too and libra sun men grate on my nerves something fierce.
I've not ever been able to figure out why.
They are certainly nice to look at but it's better if they are on mute 😛

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Yes, yes, I know. I've read all about how it can never work long term. But there's more to a person than a sun sign. This Libra is traditional in that he rationalizes at face value and doesn't go very deep into the psyche, but he is so very sensitive, yet extremely adaptable and forgiving, which draws me deeply.
A bit of a backstory:
I am afraid of my own passion. My energy, when I possess it, scares people away! I don't like too many connections with too many people, as it drains me, but I do ache for at least some. But once I get a few nice connections, I tend to become too self-centered and something will come up, some difference, and I will drive it in, as is my nature, until it hurts the other person and they leave me. I am a sign of transformation but without the wisdom to wield it properly.
At some point in late high school I recognized this shortcoming of mine, and tried to suppress it. I failed. In college I took up two, yes TWO psychology courses in order to better understand and relate to my fellow human beings. I learned through the Myers-Briggs test that I am equally INFP and INTP, both considered roughly 1% of the population, and that equal crosses between two categories are in themselves somewhat rare. Yay, so I'll never find someone quite like me, is what that said. It was a lonely revelation. I further researched PEOPLE through extensive reading, watching, and analyzing. I was a waitress for four years and have worked retail for another five, so I've had plenty of observation. I eventually taught myself to blend in perfectly and to be popular, to be adaptable; to be well-liked. But I was not myself. I was suppressing myself. My adaptability is to the extent that I can near-perfectly mimic accents after only a little listening, and I will 'like' and 'hate' whatever you 'like' and 'hate' within moments of conversation. If I had the drive to manipulate, I could sell honey to bees.
I've formed many connections, but each of them superficial. Superficial grates on my nerves, as it should, but somehow I preferred it to loneliness. Although I had never felt so alone. And the relations I form will drop me as soon as I'm no longer beneficial to them. It's a wasteful, callous world. I began to live day by day, never expecting much, never engaging much. My energy flagged. I had no zest. Everything was boring. Nothing had depth. I was dying inside, slowly, and didn't even know.