Today, August 13th, is International Left Handers Day. A day for my people!
Yes, I am left-handed. A lefty. A southpaw. A weirdo. The English word sinister is derived from the Latin word for “left”. Gauche, French for “left”, is used in English to describe someone who is lacking in the social graces.
See how well thought of we are?
Nevertheless, I’m in an exclusive club; it’s estimated about 11% of the world’s population is left-handed.
Mind you, I’m not strictly southpawed. I throw right-handed. I golf right-handed. I bowl right-handed. I dance right-handed. Wait a minute…
Anyway, most anything else, I do left-handed. Yes, even that.
Writing left-handed is really annoying, though: I smear ink everywhere. I can’t even write in pencil without getting lead all on the side of my hand. And you can forget about felt markers.
Crayons, I remember doing okay with.
I’m sure it’s because pens are made for right handers. They’re not, really, but a lot of other things are. Scissors come to mind right away. We lefties just have to adapt. Like I had to when I broke my left wrist, and had to use my right hand for everything. That was fun. Fortunately, that only lasted a few weeks.
Anyway, I just want to say, take a lefty to lunch today.
And watch him eat.