Her fortune cookie….

...reads “your deepest wish will come true”. Really? No, seriously? She can think of several stars she has wished upon, but it’s always a wish – that’s what a wish is - something you want to make happen, but really, does it ever come true? “This ain’t Disneyworld” she scowls and throws the fortune paper in the trash. It’s been a sore in her side trying to think of who she trusts. She has gone through a list of people and in reality, trust is a very big issue for her. Especially when it comes to the men she trusts. This has made her think of what the meaning of trust is. Does it mean that person will be there for you through thick and thin? Will they be there for you when you need them? Does it mean you can tell them anything in the whole world and they won’t repeat it? Does it mean that they know you better than you know yourself? And even if you go your separate ways they will never talk bad about you? Or maybe that’s just respect. Are respect and trust the same thing? Are they interchangeable, or do they depend on each other to exist like worms depending on the soil for protection? Her head is starting to hurt. “Why does such weird shit happen to me?” she asks out loud. But then she sits up abruptly - an idea shoots out her head like a bolt of lightning through a sky of thoughts – “the gas station!!!” she shrieks, grabs her purse and keys and runs for the car.