Apparently I’m not actually a monkey in the Chinese zodiac

I went to a Vietnamese restaurant earlier today to get some dinner. I ordered a filet mignon dish again, similar to the one I got the last time I went to a Vietnamese restaurant. The difference here is that the rice wasn’t tomato rice, but as an added bonus, I got a small bowl of phở broth. (But, if you know me well, you know that I don’t really like hot liquids anyway, so I gave the broth to my friend with whom I went to the restaurant.)

Vietnamese filet mignon dish with phở broth on the side

While I was waiting for my food, I looked through the placemat (that you can sort of see in the photo above), which had a rundown of all the animals in the Chinese zodiac. All my life, I thought I was a monkey (primarily because my parents told me I was) – and that would’ve been true, had I been born throughout a majority of 1992.

But, I happen to be born on January 28, 1992, which is earlier on in the year before the lunar calendar switched over to 1992. Thus, my birth year is technically counted as 1991, and my Chinese zodiac animal is actually the goat/sheep. (This is apparently the case for everyone who was born on or before February 3, 1992.)

Obviously, the zodiac is unable to actually assess the kind of person I am (and generally, I’ve never seen anything similar to horoscopes ever be able to describe me well in general). But, regardless, I find it intriguing that I had been misinformed my entire life about my Chinese zodiac sign.

(If you are in fact interested in knowing about my true personality, rather than looking to horoscopes, try instead to look up a description of INTJs on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator – I am a very stereotypical INTJ who bears all the characteristics of the personality type.)