These 7 Zodiac Signs Are The Most Likely To Have Bad Tempers
When it comes to astrology, there are definitely a few zodiac signs that are known for their calm, level-headed demeanors, as well as a few signs that have surprisingly bad tempers. These are the folks who are quick to anger, who get frustrated easily, and who may say a thing or two they don't really mean, all in the heat of the moment.
We're all entitled to a bad day — when it feels like everyone's rubbing us the wrong way, and we're super cranky as a result — but the signs with ongoing anger issues may want to look into ways to calm down; not only for their sake, but for everyone else's.
"Acknowledging the fact that you have a short temper gives you the opportunity to learn to control it," author and astrologer Lisa Barretta, tells Bustle. "It is good to let [off] some steam every now and then. But [be] aware that every time you get upset you compromise your own energy levels [...] The energy expelled from a burst of temper can linger for days, if not weeks, and really affect a lot of other things going on around you."
Not only can it push others away, but it can leave you feeling drained. And that's often not worth it. Here are the seven signs that tend to have bad tempers, according to experts, as well as what they can do to cool off, think twice before the react, and control their tempers in a healthier way.
1.Aries (March 21 - April 19)
Aries can have a hot temper, all thanks to their ruling planet — which may account for their other fiery habits, too. "Ruled by Mars, the planet of War, they may also be prone to impulse-control issues," astrologer Janet Amid, tells Bustle. But that doesn't mean Aries is always reactionary, or that they're doomed to be hotheaded forever.
Once they recognize this tendency in themselves, they can learn how to extinguish their temper before it gets out of hand. As Susan Shumsky, Vedic astrologer and author of Instant Healing, tells Bustle, "Perhaps they might excuse themselves, leave the room, go to another location where they can be alone, and take out their aggression on an inanimate object." These are all healthier ways to cool off.
2.Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Taurus is known for their calm and friendly demeanor. But they can have a temper, too. "They are a 'quiet' storm," Barretta says. "Taurus will patiently wait things out but if you push this sign too far they will charge at you." Just like their symbol, the bull.
It's possible for Taurus to recognize this habit in themselves, and make an effort to think before they act. They may also benefit from recognizing that sometimes, when it seems like people are pushing their buttons, it's really because they may be taking forever to make a decision. As Barrett says, "Sometimes getting a push toward making a stand helps move things along in a more timely manner." Keeping that in mind may help take them down a few notches.
3.Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
Represented by the twins, Gemini can have "extreme sides to their [personality]," Amid says, including a surprisingly bad temper.
"You never know when they will erupt because they switch on a dime when angered," she says. "[They're] very cognitive in their thinking process on one level, though the other face shows them to be easily disruptive."
For Gemini, the best way for them to calm down is to look for humor in the heat of the moment, and to encourage their loved ones to do the same. As Amid says, "That seems to be their antidote."
4.Leo (July 23 - August 22)
Leo can be surprising when it comes to just how upset they get. "Since they appear to be so kindly and benevolent most of the time, when their temper flares up, the recipient of that anger [can feel] harshly judged," Shumsky says. So it never hurts for Leo to find ways to tamp down this reactionary side, and learn how to focus their energy in a healthier way.
Instead of attacking, "they need to pause, take a moment to consider their actions, and express themselves in a more dignified manner," Shumsky says. "I suggest the Leo say something like, 'When you did that, it hurt my feelings and made me upset.'" That way, whenever their feelings are hurt, Leo can express themselves without making the situation worse.
5.Virgo (August 23 - September 22)
When Virgo is feeling upset, their tempers can flare up in a cold and calculating way. "They have the capacity to cut people down to the ground with their words and cause deep wounds with their criticism," Shumsky says.
And yet, just like the other signs, this is a bad habit they can definitely overcome. "Since [this sign is] generally very disciplined, they don’t have to act out," she says. "They can [...] reconsider what will be the next thing to come out of their mouths, and make a choice to say something constructive." Once Virgo learns how to remain calm, they might notice that their relationships vastly improve.
6.Scorpio (October 23 - November 21)
While Scorpio may be known for their hotheaded nature, it's often how they express their emotions that surprises people. "Scorpios tend to show their temper in ways that are manipulative, passive aggressive, or underhanded," Shumsky says. "They might not show their temper outright but may act out by doing something [...] to undermine the person they are angry at."
Since this can lead to toxicity in their lives, Scorpio might want to consider a different approach. "[They can] take a look at their behavior and reconsider their motives and the effect of their actions," Shumsky says. "They should realize they are responsible for their own lives and have the power to change themselves."
7.Pisces (February 19 - March 20)
Believe it or not, even dreamy Pisces can have a bad temper. "Most people assume [they] are mystical, quiet, and soulful," Barretta says. But they might actually be one of the signs that is quickest to anger.
"This usually [gentle] sign can change in a flash, especially if you hurt their very sensitive feelings," Barretta says. "Pisces can curb their temper by reminding themselves that engaging in negative energy only throws off their delicate balance by pushing it deeper into murky waters." By practicing calming habits, or reciting soothing mantras, they can remain balanced.
And that's true for all the zodiac signs, whether they're known for their bad tempers or not. It's all about recognizing unhealthy habits, and making an effort to change.
William's hand trembled so vio.lently the locket nearly slipped from his fingers
The sky hung low and gray, as if the clouds were too heavy to stay above the Harrington estate. Claire Bennett, the young maid responsible for keeping the grand mansion spotless, was sweeping the marble front steps when she noticed a small figure standing just beyond the iron gates.
A little boy.
Barefoot. Shivering. His clothes were torn, and his thin arms were wrapped tightly around his body.
Claire approached slowly and asked in a gentle voice, “Are you hungry?”
The boy said nothing.
He only nodded.
Claire glanced toward the driveway. Mr. William Harrington, her billionaire employer, was not supposed to return until evening.
After a brief hesitation, she whispered, “Come inside. Just for a few minutes.”
In the warmth of the kitchen, Claire placed a steaming bowl of beef stew in front of him. The boy gripped the spoon with trembling hands and ate as though he feared someone might take the food away.
Claire stood nearby, her eyes filling with tears.
Then—
BANG.
The front door slammed shut.
Claire froze.
No.
Mr. Harrington had come home early.
His polished footsteps echoed across the marble floors, growing louder until he appeared in the kitchen doorway.
His eyes moved from the frightened child...
to the porcelain bowl...
to Claire.
Her face drained of color.
“Sir, I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “He was cold and hungry. I couldn’t leave him outside.”
The room fell silent.
The boy lowered his spoon, terrified.
Claire clutched the silver cross around her neck, bracing herself to be dismissed.
Instead, William stepped closer.
Then, to Claire’s astonishment, the billionaire dropped to one knee in front of the child.
His voice shook.
“Where did you get that necklace?”
Claire looked down.
A worn silver locket had slipped from beneath the boy’s ragged shirt.
The child swallowed hard.
“My mother said... if I ever met a man named William Harrington, I had to give this to him.”
William’s hands trembled as he opened the locket.
Inside was an old photograph of a young woman holding a newborn baby.
His lips parted.
His eyes filled with tears.
“No... this can’t be.”
He looked up at the boy and whispered the question that made Claire’s heart stop
PART 2
"Are you my son?"
The boy looked at him for a long time.
Then he reached into his ragged shirt.
Pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Handed it to William with both hands.
The way a child handed something precious.
Something they had been told to protect with their life.
William unfolded it.
His hands were still trembling.
A letter.
Written in a handwriting he recognized immediately.
A handwriting he had not seen in eight years.
William,
His name is Thomas. He is eight years old.
I'm writing this because I may not have much time left, and he needs to know where to go.
He looks like you. He has always looked like you.
I didn't tell you because I was afraid. Afraid you would take him from me. Afraid you wouldn't want him. Either of those things would have broken something I wasn't sure I could survive.
I know now I was wrong not to tell you.
Please take care of him.
— Sarah
William lowered the letter.
Looked at the boy.
At the dark eyes.
At the jaw.
At his own hands reflected in the face of a child he had never met.
"Thomas," he said.
The boy nodded.
William Harrington — a man who had stood in boardrooms and courtrooms and never flinched — put his hand over his mouth.
And could not speak.
Claire pressed herself against the kitchen wall.
She had been forgotten entirely.
Which was fine.
Some moments did not need witnesses.
Some moments only needed to happen.
PART 3
William carried Thomas upstairs himself.
Not because he needed to.
Because he could not stop touching the boy's shoulder.
A small, thin shoulder that had walked here alone.
Through streets William didn't want to think about.
To a gate William didn't want to think about the boy standing outside of.
Barefoot.
He put Thomas in the guest room.
Found socks.
Sat on the edge of the bed while the boy looked around with eyes trying to take in too much at once.
"How long did it take you to walk here?" William said.
"Two days," Thomas said.
William looked at him.
"From where?"
"The shelter on Millfield Road. That's where Mama—" He stopped.
"That's where she was."
"At the end."
William looked at the window.
At the gray sky.
At the iron gate at the end of the drive.
"Did anyone know you were coming?"
"Mrs. Grady at the shelter. She said I was too small to walk that far."
He paused.
"I'm not too small."
"No," William said. "You're not."
He sat with the boy until Thomas fell asleep.
Then he sat for a while longer.
He found Claire in the kitchen washing the bowl.
She stopped when he came in.
Stood very still — the way she always did when she expected to be told something unpleasant.
"You brought him inside," William said.
"Yes sir. I'm sorry if—"
"Don't apologize."
She looked at him.
"If you hadn't—" He stopped. "If he had still been standing at that gate when I came home."
He didn't finish the sentence.
Claire understood it didn't need to be finished.
"Is there anything you need me to do?" she said.
"Stay," he said. "In case he wakes up and doesn't know where he is."
"Of course."
"And Claire."
"Sir?"
"Thank you."
PART 4
Sarah Chen.
William said her name to himself that night.
Standing in his study with the letter on the desk in front of him.
He had met her eight years ago.
A conference in the city.
She had been a translator. He had been there for a merger negotiation.
They had talked for three hours at a dinner he had almost skipped.
Three months of the kind of relationship that felt like it was going somewhere.
Then a deal had collapsed. He had gone to London for six weeks.
She had stopped returning his calls.
He had assumed she had changed her mind.
He had not followed up.
He had not followed up.
Eight years.
He picked up the letter.
I was afraid you would take him from me, or that you wouldn't want him.
He folded the letter.
Put it back on the desk.
A knock at the study door.
"Come in."
Claire.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. Thomas woke up. He's asking for water."
"I'll bring it."
"I already—" She held up a glass. "I just thought you should know he was awake."
William stood.
"Claire."
She stopped.
"His mother passed away at the shelter."
"I understood that," she said quietly. "I'm sorry."
"He came here alone. Two days on foot." He looked at the desk. "He's eight years old."
Claire was quiet.
"He told me he was seven," William said.
"Children who've been alone for a while sometimes make themselves younger," she said. "It feels safer."
William looked at her.
"How do you know that?"
A pause.
"I was one of them," she said.
She said goodnight.
William stood in the study long after she left.
Then he carried the glass of water upstairs.
PART 5
Thomas stayed.
Nobody said it officially.
There was no conversation. No announcement.
Thomas simply did not leave.
And William did not ask him to.
On the third morning a car arrived.
Two people in gray suits.
Child Protective Services.
Someone had reported an unaccompanied minor at the estate.
William met them at the door before they could knock.
"Mr. Harrington. We have a report—"
"He's my son," William said.
The woman looked at her clipboard.
"We have no record of—"
"He was unknown to me until three days ago. I am establishing that legally. In the meantime he is in my care. He is safe. He is staying."
"Sir, without documentation—"
"I'll have documentation within the week. My attorneys are already working on it."
The woman looked at him.
At the house.
At William Harrington — who was not a man people argued with in doorways.
"We'll need to verify the situation."
"Verify it. I'll arrange access. But he does not leave this house with you today."
They left.
William stood in the doorway until the car disappeared.
Then he turned.
Thomas was standing in the hall behind him.
Holding the banister.
Watching.
"Are they going to take me away?" he said.
"No."
"How do you know?"
William looked at him.
At a boy who had walked two days alone to find a man he had never met.
Who stood with his chin up asking questions.
"Because I said so," William said. "And I keep my word."
Thomas looked at him.
Seemed to be assessing this claim against available evidence.
Then he nodded.
Went back upstairs.
PART 6
The attorneys arrived on day four.
Three of them.
The senior partner — Marcus — laid out the situation carefully.
DNA testing would confirm paternity.
Once confirmed, legal guardianship could be established quickly given the circumstances.
"The complication," Marcus said, "is that Sarah Chen had a sister. Anne Chen. She has contacted us this morning."
William looked at him.
"She didn't know about Thomas until she was informed of her sister's death. She is now asserting that as next of kin—"
"She's never met him," William said.
"That is correct."
"He walked here. He chose to come here. He had a letter."
"I understand that."
"Then what is the complication?"
Marcus folded his hands.
"Family courts tend to favor blood relatives when paternity is not yet legally established. Until DNA results return — approximately two weeks — Anne Chen has an argument."
William walked to the window.
Two weeks.
"She doesn't come near him," he said. "Not until I can prove he's mine."
"There's one more thing." Marcus looked at his papers. "Anne Chen has requested an emergency hearing."
"When?"
"Thursday."
Three days.
William listened to footsteps upstairs.
Small footsteps.
Learning the layout of a house.
"Thursday," he said. "Fine."
PART 7
Claire found Thomas in the library.
Sitting on the floor with a children's atlas open in his lap.
Not reading it.
Just holding it.
She sat beside him.
"What are you looking at?"
He pointed to a page.
A coastline. Blue water.
"Mama used to show me places on maps," he said. "She said one day we would go there."
Claire looked at the page.
"Maybe you still will," she said.
Thomas looked at the map.
"She said William Harrington was a good man," he said. "She said she was sorry she waited so long to tell me about him."
"She was right," Claire said. "He is a good man."
"How do you know?"
Claire thought about a man who had come home to find a child eating stew at his kitchen table.
Who had not sent the child away.
Who had stood in a doorway at six AM telling government officials this boy was staying.
"Because of how he acts when no one is watching," she said. "That's always the truest version of a person."
Thomas considered this carefully.
Then he turned back to the atlas.
Put his finger on the coastline.
Left it there.
Thursday.
The hearing lasted two hours.
Anne Chen had the same eyes as the woman in the locket photograph.
She sat across the room and did not look at Thomas.
Which told William everything.
He watched her not look at the boy who had walked two days barefoot.
Whom she had never met.
Whom she was claiming now that it was convenient.
The judge — a woman named Hartley — listened to both sides.
Then she looked at Thomas.
"Young man. Do you understand what this hearing is about?"
"They're deciding where I live," he said.
"That's right. Can you tell me where you want to live?"
Thomas didn't hesitate.
"With my father," he said.
The room went still.
Anne Chen looked at her attorney.
Judge Hartley made a note.
"I'm ordering a sixty-day period with primary residence at the Harrington estate pending DNA confirmation," she said. "This child has been through enough disruption. I intend to minimize further disruption."
She closed the folder.
"We're adjourned."
PART 8
The DNA results came back on a Tuesday.
William was in the kitchen when Marcus called.
Thomas was at the table with a pencil and the atlas.
Claire was making tea.
An ordinary morning.
"Confirmed," Marcus said. "99.98 percent."
William looked at the boy at the table.
At the pencil moving slowly over a map.
"Thank you," he said.
He ended the call.
Set the phone down.
Thomas looked up.
"Was that about me?"
"Yes."
"What did they say?"
William sat across from him.
At the atlas open between them.
At the coastline with pencil marks around it.
"They confirmed it," William said. "Officially. Legally."
Thomas looked at him.
"So you're my father now."
"I was always your father," William said. "Now the paperwork agrees."
Thomas looked at the atlas.
Found the page with the coastline.
Put his finger on it.
"Mama said one day we'd go there."
William looked at the blue water.
At a place neither of them had been.
"We will," he said.
Thomas looked at him.
The same long assessment he gave everything.
Then he nodded.
Turned back to the atlas.
Kept drawing.
PART 9 — FINAL
Six months later.
The gate at the end of the drive was open.
Not broken — simply left open.
Thomas had asked why it was always closed.
William hadn't had a good answer.
Thomas had asked if they could leave it open instead.
William had said yes.
It had been open since October.
Claire was trimming the rosebushes when Thomas came running.
He was always running now.
"Claire. Claire. He said yes."
She looked up.
"Said yes to what?"
"The atlas place." He stopped in front of her — out of breath, holding a piece of paper. "He booked it. Christmas. He showed me the tickets."
Claire looked at the paper.
Flight confirmations.
William Harrington.
Thomas Harrington.
A destination with blue water.
She looked at Thomas's name.
At the surname he had been given three months ago.
At the boy who had stood barefoot at an iron gate on a gray morning.
"He said you should come too," Thomas said. "If you want."
"Did he."
"He said it wouldn't be right without you." Thomas tilted his head. "He said you were the one who let me in."
Claire looked at the flight confirmation.
At a coastline she had only ever seen in an atlas.
At the boy in front of her.
"Well," she said.
She folded the paper.
Put it in her pocket.
"I suppose I'd better pack."
Thomas grinned.
The full, uncomplicated grin of a child who had stopped bracing for the worst.
He turned and ran back toward the house.
Claire watched him go.
At the boy who had appeared at the gate with nothing but a locket and two days of walking.
At the house with all its lights on.
At the gate.
Open.
The way it had been ever since.
THE END
