You know, for the longest time, I never really paid much mind to all that astrology stuff. I mean, sure, I knew my birthday, knew the month, but linking it up with some star sign? Nah, wasn’t my thing. But then, things change, don’t they? One day, I was just hanging out, chatting with an old buddy about random life stuff, and somehow we got onto horoscopes.
My friend, she was really into it. Like, she knew everyone’s sign, what it meant, all that jazz. And of course, she asked me, “What’s your sign, man?” I just kinda shrugged and said, “Uh, I was born in, like, the end of February.” And she just lit up, “Ah, a Pisces! Makes perfect sense!”
I gotta admit, that kinda stuck with me. “Makes perfect sense,” she said. What the heck did that even mean? It got me thinking, really got me curious. I started wondering, what exactly are the dates for Pisces anyway? And if I was one, what was I supposed to be like? It was a simple question, but it bugged me, just sitting there in the back of my head.
So, I decided to actually look into it. Not like some super deep research project, just a casual inquiry. I remember a while back, my aunt had this old, dusty book about zodiac signs, really old school stuff, probably from the 70s or something. I figured, why not start there? I dug around in her garage, sifting through boxes of old magazines and forgotten trinkets. Took me a good half hour, wrestling with cobwebs and old memories, but I found it.
This book was thick, with a faded cover. I flipped through the pages, past Aries and Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, and Aquarius. Finally, I landed on Pisces. And there it was, right there in black and white. It said, plain as day, that if you’re a Pisces, you were born typically between February 19th and March 20th. That’s the common stretch for ’em.
I looked at my own birthdate, staring at that February 19th marker. And yeah, I fell right into that window. I was definitely a Pisces. It was a weird little moment of realization, like finding a piece of a puzzle you didn’t even know you were missing. My friend wasn’t wrong. I mean, sure, it’s just a star sign, right? But something about knowing that specific range, those particular days, felt kinda neat.
After that, I started paying more attention. Not just to myself, but to others. I remembered my grandma, bless her heart, always talking about a cousin born in early March, always saying how dreamy and artistic he was. And when I checked the dates, yep, he fell smack dab into that Pisces period too. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Is there really something to it? Or is it just us looking for patterns where we want to see them?
I even started noticing little things about myself that my friend had hinted at. Sometimes I do get lost in my own head, daydreaming a lot, maybe a bit too sensitive sometimes. And yeah, I’ve always had a soft spot for animals, a real softy when it comes to any creature in need. It’s funny how once you have a label, you start seeing how it fits, even if you never thought about it before.
So, yeah, that’s how I figured out the whole Pisces thing. Just a casual chat, a dusty old book, and a little bit of curiosity. It wasn’t some grand revelation, just a quiet moment of connecting a few dots. February 19th to March 20th. That’s the deal. And me? I’m right there in the thick of it.
