When given the first choice, do you ever panic? Do you worry you might pick the wrong fortune cookie? And that this errant choice resulting in the wrong fortune will somehow change the course of your life?
So you close your eyes and you choose. But your stomach turns, because you're not sure that chance, which you believed for a split second to be far superior to your instinct, has placed the right fortune in your palm.
You pull out the slip of paper and then you ask yourself, "What kind of fortune is this?" A fortune is supposed to tell the future, not give directives for the present.
Meanwhile, everyone has left the room to search the pantry for more soy sauce because Chinese restaurants never send enough soy sauce with carry-out. The remaining cookies nag at you. You get an idea to open them all and see what your fortune would have been if you had gone with your gut. But you hesitate, because what if you did get the fortune meant for you and you mess it up by reading someone else's intended fortune. And by reading someone else's intended fortune, you alter the course of that person's life?
Am I the only person with this unfortunate fortune cookie quandary? Am I over-thinking this?