We got into this stuff in the comments on Elsa’s Poker Face Revealed To Elsa so I’m back on the topic. Also, with Mercury in Scorpio conjunct my Midheaven (and natal Neptune) I can’t imagine there will ever be a better time to try to ‘splain this…
I was talking to my sister, I was about 30 years old. She’s a Pisces with Moon Jupiter conjunct in Sagittarius…
“Well they think that because you’re Italian,” she said.
â€˜What? No they don’t. They don’t know I’m Italian.”
“Yes they do.”
“No they don’t. I never said I was Italian.”
“Well you look Italian, Elsa. You don’t have to tell people you’re Italian, they can see it when they look at you.”
We were on the phone and I stopped to think about what she was telling me because it seemed both surreal and important. I was having a Neptune transit by the way. Neptune was conjunct my ascendant, setting off the natal aspect so I was super-confused.
“Okay, so what are you telling me? You’re saying people know I’m Italian whether I tell them or not and they assume things because of this?”
“Yeah. You look Italian, Elsa. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who looks more Italian than you.”
“Hmm. Well when did this start? When did I start looking Italian?” I asked.
She laughed. “You’ve always looked Italian. Since you were a kid. We were Italian kids in the desert.”
I had no comment for awhile because I was sort of flabbergasted. I also thought she might be tricking me because she does that. “So people knew we were Italian when we were kids. This is what they thought?”
“Hell yes. People couldn’t help but notice us, we were the only Italians around.”
“We were? People knew this?”
“Elsa, think about it. There was our family. Think of the pictures. Our family pictures. We are a bunch of Italian kids, right?”
“Well when have you ever seen any other Italian kids that were not us, in your life?”
I was stupefied.
“Right. We were the only Italian kids around. We were probably the only Italian kids in the entire city, so yeah. People looked at us. They stared at us even because we were the only Italians they’d ever seen and I can’t believe you didn’t notice this. And I’ll tell you something else,” she said. “Men have been going out with you and not going out with you all your life because you’re Italian.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
She laughed. “Apparently not, but it’s true.”
Later I called a friend to check this out…
Briinnng Briinnng. I called.
“When you met me, did you think I was Italian?”
“I’ll be damned.”
Later I caught up with my sister.
“I believe you now. I believe I look Italian and I always have.”
“Yeah, well I don’t know how you couldn’t know this. Yes, I do. And what did you think you looked like? If you didn’t think you looked Italian, then what did you think you looked like?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I thought I looked like myself. I thought I looked like a human being, Elsa, just a plain person, not a certain kind of person. To tell you the truth, I’m taking your word for this and the word of other people but it makes no sense to me at all. It’s unnerving to say the least. People want to date me because I am Italian? Or not date me? That is just too much. I can’t say that I like finding this out.”
“Nobody would believe you didn’t know you looked Italian,” she said.
“Yeah? Well, whatever. I said I will accept it, let’s talk about something else. Something less disturbing if that’s possible. When does this transit end again?”