Under my bowl of hot and sour soup, my placemat discloses I'm a Dragon.
"You are eccentric and your life complex. You have a very passionate nature and abundant health. Marry a Monkey or Rat late in life. Avoid the Dog."
I am eccentric. And passionate. And fairly healthy. I’m tracking with the validity of this appraisal so far. Then the text gets in my business.
Marry a Monkey or Rat? Late in life? Oh dear! I’ve screwed up!
Why doesn’t it mention the Snake? That’s what I married - a Snake, and very early in life. Why does this placemat enlighten me 35 years into this mess? It just says “Avoid the Dog.” Nothing about Snakes! Maybe life would just be bliss if I had made better choices.
What do I do now? Ask every person I have a good conversation with if they meet the qualification?
“Were you, by chance born in 1944 or 1956? (Monkeys) Or possibly 1948 or 1960? (Rat)”
(I’m giving myself a plus or minus of ten years. And assuming a wedding at my own age of 59 would be judged “late in life.”)
“Actually, 1948! How did you guess?”
And when I meet Mr. Right Rat, (probably at a Chinese restaurant) what do I tell my kids?
“I’m now living according to the latest data from the Chinese Zodiac, and your father’s a Snake.”
Sum: I believe that when I get new information, I need to act on those facts, or at least incorporate them into my current understanding. Also, the Chinese culture offers a reliable wisdom approach.
If it comes up, I will ask birthdates. And I’ll take the answer with a grain of soy sauce.
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