My fortune cookie fortune today:
Your destiny is to be famous.
Wow. For a fortune cookie, that’s … specific. They’re usually not quite so bold. I’m hoping they mean famous as in Louis Pasteur rather than, say, Paris Hilton.
Of course, it may be my destiny, which I end up refusing. This will lead me to write one of those introspective, navel-gazing, literary, semi-autobiographical novels (and if I can make it both pretentious and obscure, so much the better).
Depending on what destiny thinks of that, it will either end up on the NYT list or in the remainder bin.
Ah, destiny. You are a cruel mistress.