You know, for the longest time, I never really bothered with all that zodiac stuff. Sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me, just another way folks tried to make sense of things without, you know, actually making sense. I was more of a “what you see is what you get” kind of guy, living day to day, dealing with facts and figures, and whatever else life threw my way. Birthdays? Yeah, I remembered those for close friends and family, but whether someone was a Leo or a Scorpio, that just sailed right over my head. Didn’t see the point, never saw how it changed anything.
Then, something shifted. It wasn’t a sudden, big bang kind of thing, but more of a slow burn, you know? I had this pal, real good guy, but he was always… well, let’s just say he was a bit of a dreamer. Head in the clouds, always felt things super deep, sometimes a little hard to pin down. We’d be planning something, and he’d just drift off, or suddenly get this heavy look in his eyes like he was carrying the weight of the world, even over something small. After a while, a few other folks, usually my older relatives who kept up with these things, they’d kinda shrug and say, “Ah, he’s a Pisces, what’d you expect?”
It started to get under my skin, I gotta admit. Not in an annoyed way, but more like a little itch in the back of my brain. Every time someone said it, this “Pisces” thing, it was always with that same knowing look, like they had some secret key to understanding him, a key I didn’t have. And I like to understand things, you know? Not necessarily believe in them, but at least grasp the lay of the land. So, after hearing it for what felt like the hundredth time, I thought, “Alright, let me just see what this Pisces business is all about.” Didn’t want to be left out of the loop, even if the loop was about something I thought was a bit flaky.
I didn’t immediately go hitting up the internet for quick answers. That’s just not how I rolled back then. This was a few years back, when I still kept a stack of old almanacs and a few general knowledge books tucked away. I remember pulling one out, a dusty old thing I’d picked up at a garage sale ages ago, just because it looked interesting. Flipped through it, past the moon phases and the tide charts and the weird bits about growing plants by the stars. And then, there it was, plain as day, under a small heading for “Zodiac Signs and Their Dates.” I found ’em. Pisces.
I distinctly recall my hand actually reaching for an old pen, a blue Bic, and just writing it down in the margin of the book. Not just the name, but the span. I traced the start date, then the end date. It wasn’t just a random piece of info anymore; it was connected to my buddy, to those quirky traits, to all those knowing glances. It was like I’d just filled in a blank in my personal mental notebook, even if I still wasn’t sure what it all meant in the grand scheme of things. But at least I knew the when of it all.
From that day on, I started paying a little more attention. It wasn’t about becoming an astrology guru, believe me. It was more about observation. When someone mentioned their birthday, or when I looked at my calendar and saw a particular date approaching, I’d mentally check it against what I’d jotted down. I even started a little section in my old daily planner, just scribbling down names and dates, and sometimes a tiny note about what that person was like, if they fit the “Pisces vibe” everyone talked about. It was a purely personal project, just for my own head, to see if there was any pattern, any truth to this stuff that I’d always dismissed.
And you know what? Over time, those dates solidified in my mind. It became less about believing in the mystical pull of the stars and more about simply knowing these periods, almost like knowing the seasons. It wasn’t about judgment or prediction; it was just… another way to frame things. If someone I knew was born within those days, I had a little extra context, a tiny piece of information that helped me, not understand them perfectly, but just notice things I might have overlooked before. It was a practical record, in my own way.
So, yeah, that’s how I ended up with these bits of info tucked away. It wasn’t from some fancy class or deep dive research. It came from just living life, noticing things, and finally deciding to pick up an old book and scribble down what I saw. It made sense of some chatter I’d heard for years, and it gave me a clearer picture of that particular stretch of the year. That’s it.
Know Your Pisces Months
- Pisces season typically runs from late February to late March.
