Policy for the People!

Contrary to the title of this post, which sounds like something social worky and political, this is all about my fortune as told by my all-seeing-all-knowing roommate. A group of us Afro Housemates were standing around in the kitchen when my roommate intuited our futures--i think--from our present selves.

One of us will have a string of love affairs and play music in night clubs until a bout of melancholy leads to a spate of magnificent writing. Another will become a teacher outside his country of origin, have 3 children, and enjoy serendipidous financial security. Our maintenance manager will design something that will have a huge imapact, though he will receive recognition far after the fact; and he will find a happy marriage with a lifelong friend with whom he shared a relationship that he had long been unable to name. Our youngest house member will make it big and earn a lot of money quickly but will not find it fulfilling, later seeking ways to change the world (ala Bill Gates). She will be sought after by many men but only later in life will she find someone who treats her like a queen.

And me. I will work in policy, behind the scenes, to change the world for people. Someone will propose to me, but I will take a long time to consider it, then finally settle down with that person and have a long, happy marriage.

Not bad fortunes, all around. Spoken from our grimy kitchen with the industrial refridgerator humming in the backgroud, it will all happen. I think the cosmos look kindly upon coops.