Moon day: Moon day 29 + Moon day 7

Meeting between you is like trying to read a book in a nightclub: one is drawn into the depths and silence, while the other is on stage with a microphone. You might be attracted to their lightness and ability to chatter about any problem, while they are mesmerized by your mystery and heavy, penetrating gaze. But this magic dissipates faster than you think. A fundamental conflict flares up out of nowhere: the Seven lives by words, promises, and air, while you — the Twenty-Ninth — seek hidden meanings and hate empty chatter. You are irritated by their superficiality and habit of throwing words to the wind, while they suffocate next to your gloomy silence, perceiving it as a personal insult or aggression, when you’re just tired of the noise. In bed, the mechanics are complicated: the partner expects beautiful foreplay and compliments, while you need an almost primal, silent release of tension without unnecessary theatrics. The Seven can imitate passion with words, which you instantly read as falsehood, and this kills all desire. Naturalness is at stake here, because everyone is playing their own game. At work, this tandem struggles: the partner generates ideas and immediately forgets about them, while you are left to deal with the aftermath and close real tasks, hating the role of a babysitter. It seems to you that you are being used, while they think you are a stuffy controller. To avoid killing each other, establish a silence mode: you don’t demand depth from them, and they don’t burden you with a stream of consciousness after eight in the evening.