I've already talked about a fortune cookie trying to bait me into a theological argument. The fortunes I've drawn this past week, on the other hand, have been somewhat bewildering.
#2 is more open to interpretation. Was that cookie trying to tell me I ought to be a test subject? That I was congenitally abnormal? And "could prosper"? Where's the world-bestriding confidence of fortune #1? Fortune cookies aren't a sound basis for major life decisions to begin with, but if the cookie itself is unsure of its prediction then the whole exercise's narrow foundation crumbles.
#3 doesn't make very much sense. I suspect it is a lyric from an upcoming song by one of those arch pop rock groups like the Arctic Monkeys or the Killers.
#4 is practically fighting words. Excuse me, cookie! Would you say that to someone at a party? To a friend, even? Where do you get off? Your overt contempt for my achievements (those yet unachieved and, by inference, those already behind me) is completely uncalled for. I worked for what I have, I'll have you know. But you know what, cookie? I crumbled you into pieces and ate you.
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