I have a confession. I have been living a lie.
This doesn’t come easy for me. Actually, it started out very innocently. As a matter of fact, it started out when I was a kid in my family’s favorite Chinese restaurant.
Let me start from the very beginning. We’re heading into the Chinese New Year celebration. It’s a season of honoring your ancestors, family reunions, festive décor, amazing food, firecrackers, burning incense and lively music.
And for each year, there is an animal in the zodiac that represents the year you were born. There are 12 animals in the zodiac, to be exact. This year is the year of the dragon.
I was well aware of this because when we ate at our favorite Chinese restaurant as a kid, the restaurant put paper place settings that listed birth years and the corresponding zodiac animal for each year. And right there, as clear as day it read, 1964 – the year of the DRAGON. Yup, I’m a DRAGON!
And who wouldn’t want to be a dragon? According to the Chinese Zodiac, which I’m a proud believer of, people who were born in the year of the dragon have the following personality characteristics. They are confident, imaginative, artistic and charismatic. But honestly, that’s just all just make-believe stuff, right? None of that really applies to me, does it? Let’s see.
Confident? OK, me.
Imaginative? Me again.
Artistic? Wow, this is getting scary.
Charismatic? OK, now you’re just freaking me out!
What I also learned about the Chinese Zodiac is that if you are born at the start of the new year, you are at your most energetic, virile, and strong, and those born later in the year are a weaker version of that animal. Therefore, not only am I a dragon, but because I was born on Feb. 6, which is pretty much the start of the Chinese New Year, I’m basically an Arnold Schwarzenegger-level dragon.
Think of what that knowledge has done for my self-esteem! Whenever I watch an episode of “Game of Thrones” and the dragon appears, I shout, “That’s kin!” Whenever I watch the dinosaurs attack the scientists on “Jurassic Park” films, I’m kind of rooting for the dinosaurs (they’re like, cousins!). Look, I’m proud of my heritage.
For nearly my entire life, everything was fine and dandy, until…my wife Maya had to spoil it.
We were recently talking about my birthday, and I naturally opined on what a supernatural dragon would like for his 60th birthday, when Maya sat back, paused, and pulled out her iPhone.
After flipping through a few pages on her phone, she sprung back and said, “You were born on Feb. 6. But on the year you were born, Chinese New Year was on Feb. 12. So, you aren’t a dragon, you’re the animal before the dragon. You’re…a rabbit!”
WHAT?!? I’m not a rabbit! What are you talking about!?!
According to the Chinese zodiac, rabbits are lucky, quiet, patient and kind. Let me ask you this — how lucky can rabbits be if they’re constantly getting their feet cut off? Wasn’t so lucky for them, was it?!? And they’d have to be pretty patient since they can’t hop around anymore seeing as they have no feet!! Who came up with this stupid Zodiac thing?
To make matters worse, not only am I not a dragon, but seeing as how as I was born late in the year of the rabbit, I’m not even a very strong rabbit. I’m basically a wheezing, enfeebled, rabbit on life .
Does “Game of Thrones” even have a rabbit?
Wayne Chan, a Poway resident, writes about family and community life and shares humorous views of topics of the day.
