Smeared ink. Elbow fights at the dining table. Binders, notebooks, the rings are like little devil horns stabbing me with every movement.
I’ve been writing left-handed all my life, minus that period in my life when I sprained my wrist and went right-handed (the ambidextrous game is strong), I’m a lefty. Of course, there were people who raised some eyebrows, such as my dad’s family, but my parents told me that whatever made me comfortable shouldn’t matter.
As a left-handed, I can tell you for sure that there are many disappointments, such as those listed above. But also as a left-handed, there are many joys too. So, I’m going to provide examples of both so that one may have an idea on how it really works.
1. Pens! Pencils! Markers! Everything smears and it hurts. This is also why I hate wearing long sleeves.
2. The desks with an arm rest for the right-handed people are impossible to love. When writing, I usually have to bend my arm around the desk. Awkward much?
1. I use my left-handedness as an excuse to hog up half the space at the dining table. Ah, yes, this half is mine unless you want an elbow war.
2. Lefties are proven to make more than right-handed people (somewhat). That’s right, handedness can determine your pay.
3. There are a lot of famous people are left-handed! Barack Obama, Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johansson, and Jon Stewart are a few. Show ’em, Mr. President!
At the end of the day, when I’m washing off the lead stains, I still appreciate the fact that I’m a lefty. It’s a unique trait that helps identify me, something that has made me who I am today. Yeah, there are inconveniences too, but everything good comes with a price.
P.S. If you’re a right-handed person reading this post, please give your left-handed friends a pat on the back. They deserve it.