You are The Chosen One…
I am “The Chosen One”. At least that’s what my fortune cookie said last night — which actually read, “Among the lucky, you are the chosen one!”
What happened to the fortune in fortune cookies? Nowadays, they’re mostly silly sayings, proverbs, or advice. Gone are the days when you received such gems as “You will live to a ripe old age, surrounded by wealth and beauty”. That’s the fortune I want, not this wishy-washy ho-hum philosophical çráp.
The other four members of the dinner received the following “fortunes” at the same sitting:
- The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.
- You always find something in the last place you look.
- Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure.
Boring!
[Speaking of boring, I'm changing the channel to something boring to 99.99% of the rest of you] After I considered the ramifications of my exciting fortune, I told myself, “Ah, this is my night! You Zerg had better watch out because tonight I am The Chosen One!” [For the uninitiated, that Zerg thing is a reference to StarCraft, one of THE best computer games out there!] I even switched my login name to my new moniker for the evening.
There is definitely some sort of flaw in the selection process as to who gets which cookie. Apparently, I was NOT the Chosen One last night, as I lost every game of StarCraft I played, and I experienced very little luck at all — although there was one tense moment where my insignificant Protoss base was attacked right away by six Zerglings and survived only because I managed to produce a single Zealot a half second before my Gateway was destroyed [Hëll, just go out and buy the dámn game; it's easier than trying to explain it to you!] Of course, less than ten minutes later I was annihilated.
Wisdom is a fountain of life to him who has it, but folly is the chastisement of fools.