This Fortune that Scared The Living Daylights out of Me is For Your Eyes Only Because You Only Live Twice and I am Probably Going to Die Another Day

I know you think I’m a bit paranoid, but between my Mac jeering at me and my latest experience at a Chinese restaurant, I am beginning to have second thoughts about leaving my bed every morning.  Actually, third thoughts.  I already had been having second thoughts due to the whole I’m-depressed-what-the-heck-do-I-need-to-get-out-of-bed-for-anyway depression thing.

So, my husband, the ever-suffering Cap’n Firepants, and I went to eat Chinese food a couple of nights ago.  Now, everyone knows that the only reason you go to  a Chinese restaurant is to find out what is going to happen next in your life according to the prescient fortune cookie placed before you at the end of the meal.  (I don’t ascribe to either the “in bed” or the “on the toilet” factions who obviously do not give their fortunes the respect they deserve.)

As soon as I took my cookie off the plate, I knew something was wrong.  Through the plastic wrapper, I could see the fortune clearly sticking halfway out of the cookie, and I’m pretty sure that is never a good sign.  When I broke apart the wrapping, and carefully tugged on the fortune, it easily came out.  That is because the half that I was seeing was the only part of the fortune I was going to get.  The rest of my fortune was not inside my cookie.  It was not anywhere. I ONLY GOT HALF A FORTUNE.

Technically, it looks like it's probably about three quarters of the fortune, but three quarters is kind of long to type, so I took some poetic license and I am saying it's a half.

Technically, it looks like it’s probably about three quarters of the fortune, but three quarters is kind of long to type, so I took some poetic license and I am saying it’s a half.

“Do you want mine?” Cap’n Firepants generously offered.

“Are you crazy?  I can’t take your fortune!  That’s your fortune!  It’s already foretold.  We can’t switch fortunes now!  Fate is not that foolish!  Fate knows who got which fortune!”

I may have said the above in a slightly high-pitched, somewhat crazed sounding voice that betrayed my confusion and rising panic over the apocalyptic piece of paper I was holding in my hand.

I ignored the wide eyes and raised eyebrows of Cap’n Firepants, and pondered two very important questions:  ONE)  What was my fortune supposed to say?  and Deuce) What horrible events resulted in this torn fortune?

I find the last part of the fortune pretty ominous, “…getting out after you…”  and I’m quite frankly more than a little concerned about the “real test in life” for which I am obviously not going to be prepared BECAUSE SOMEONE. RIPPED. MY FORTUNE. IN HALF.  (I have noted this new phenomenon of placing periods in the middle of one’s sentence to emphasize the importance of what you are saying, and have decided that I am going to freely employ it from now on, as pretty much everything I say is important.)

I am also disturbed about what caused the fortune to be ripped in the first place.  I imagine two factory workers arguing over whether or not this fortune should be sent forth into the world to its destined receiver, and they struggle over it.  In the last seconds before the cookie passes by on the conveyor belt, one worker rips a part off and  tucks the torn end into the cookie, staving the other, desperate worker off until the plastic wrapping phase is complete, and the cookie is dumped into a giant pile of other cookies where there is no hope of ever finding it again.  And then the workers both get eaten by a giant shark.  It’s like some kind of James Bond scene.

And. I don’t. even. like. James Bond movies.

And I am supposed to decipher this half-fortune, so I can somehow pass my “life test” and keep “out of rough things” and avoid people getting out after me and somehow save the world.

This is exactly why I don’t like to get out of bed.  There is way too much pressure.

So here's the other side of my fortune in case any of you out there want to try to crack the code.  I am pretty sure that those symbols do not mean orange.  I'm thinking it's "Screw you" even though Google Translate seems to side with  "Orange".  They are probably in on the plot, too.

So here’s the other side of my fortune in case any of you out there want to try to crack the code. I am pretty sure that those symbols do not mean orange. I’m thinking it says “Screw you” even though Google Translate seems to side with “Orange”. They are probably in on the plot, too.

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Posted on February 10, 2013, in Cap'n Firepants, Depression, Humor, Phobia and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.

  1. Did you eat the cookie?

  2. This is all very unnerving and disturbing. Are you sure you took the right cookie in the first place? Did you take the one that was facing you??? My advice would be to Stay. In. Bed. Till the next time you have Chinese food when this evil fortune Can. Be. Reversed.

  3. …not even James Bond movies with Daniel Craig in them? Seriously?

  4. “Getting out of the rough.” Hmmm. You don’t happen to play golf, do you?

  5. Maybe “orange” was your entire fortune? You should eat one and see what happens.

  6. “The real test in life is not keeping out of the rough but getting out after you post bail.”

  7. It will all be okay. Stay calm & it’s just a cookie. 🙂

  8. Ok, so I’m guessing your writing all your posts from bed now.

  9. I like your idea of the factory workers fighting over the fortune. It’s the golden fortune. No one can handle the truth. I see a movie plot here. Run with it.

  10. Ok, first you’ll have to dress or wear something orange to avoid the rough…then, I’m thinking those numbers mean something…you see, it’s the reverse of fortune… It’s a secret code or combination, let’s go with the obvious: lottery ticket, maybe some extra cash might help ease the burden of the curse…

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