The Secret Society of the Southpaw
One thing I’ve noticed as a lifelong lefty is that we (who write with the left hand) tend to light up when we recognize another lefty. I can’t count how many times someone has said to me as I was writing something, “Hey you’re left-handed—so am I!” -or some similar refrain. And yes I do occasionally do that to other people when I see them penning with the cursed hand. The observation is often made with the same tone that might be used between two people who discover that they were both born with tails.
Maybe it’s that we feel a sudden relief to know that, in such a disproportionately right-handed world, we aren’t all alone in our plight. Or maybe it’s that, as a group, we’re easily fascinated by interpersonal similarity in dexterous endeavors.
Whatever the reason, this I know: I’ve never heard two right-handed people even acknowledging that they both write with the same hand.
And now I’m curious. How many of you reading this blog are left-handed?
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