I ate a fortune cookie last evening and it told me that I would be
married within a year. That fortune cookie, unlike most who are quite
vague, had to have been pretty self-assured to fortunize that kind of
promise. I mean, usually fortunes say things like "you will have good
luck in the coming year" or "watch your money carefully in the near
future". Even fortune cookies are trying to make me enter into serious
relationships, as if I did not receive enough lament from co-workers,
family, and friends about the "tragic state" (their words, not mine)
of my love life. People, it is better this way. The more I date the
more I have the opportunity to destroy hearts, souls, and maybe even
lives.
P.S. It is my goal for the weekend to see "Good Night and Good Luck"
about Edward Murrow. I will have to solicit people from the street to
go with me because my friends, they do not enjoy socially poignant
films...even if they have George Clooney in them. By the way, my whole
romantic obsession with Mr. Clooney was ruined when my mother pointed
out his likeness to my father. Talk about an oedipous complex.
2 comments:
You can't fight fortunes, especially when they're that specific.
I will fight it. Yes I will.
Mostly because a single year is not enough time to arrange an elaborate and romantic fleeing of the country in order to make commitments of marriage on all seven continents of the earth. I am assuming that gaining legitimate access to Antarctica might take some time or at least enough time to forge the credentials of some important researcher who has the utmost interest in taking core samples there.
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