Today is International Left Handers Day, I found out by chance, in Twitter. Do we need a day?! Well … there are so many other days — Day of the Cinnamon Bun, and stuff like that, so why not.
I’ve never considered being left-handed a problem. They didn’t try to force me to write with my right hand in school, that had stopped a few years before I started. They suggested I could try and write with my right hand, but as that didn’t work, they never mentioned it again. Can’t remember now, whether I was the only one in my class or not. I think I was.
Kept reading for a bit in Twitter, what people had to say about being left-handed, and I noticed one recurring thing that I’ve experienced myself: People who’ve known you pretty much all your life, all of a sudden realise you’re left-handed! They’ve never noticed it, even though they know you well!
The only downsides of it has been not to be able to write with a fountain pen — that’s over now, as you know if you’re following this blog — and not being able to use wire bound notebooks … at least not the ordinary way. I’m somewhat ambidextrous so I use scissors with my right hand; no problem there. My handwriting was never beautiful, but it’s getting so much better now, since I started using the fountain pen, so I’m really pleased about that.
I’m happy with being a “south paw”, and I’m in good company … five of the last seven US presidents have been left-handed 😆.
It’s not about who’s right, it’s about who’s left 😀