The Fortune Cookie of an English Major
I love fortune cookies. They give me a creepy feeling sometimes, though. I get an especially weird feeling when there are two fortunes in the same cookie. Kind of like that old superstition about two yolks in an egg. I find myself returning to Purdy's "two-headed calf/ who was born in the barn last night".
As an English major, I spend all day looking for foreshadowing in every word. Can it be possible that this has translated into a search for Meaning in the small texts of my own life? Some irrational significance fascinates as well as terrifies me- the way something read when I'm in a sombre state of mind can clip the wings from the most harmless of words, pressing them like a threat, a knife, a thumb against my windpipe to remind me of chance, of duty, of fate.
it's not going to be you
You will get another chance. Don't Waste It.