So I’m left-handed. That’s great. Almost every task that requires just one hand is delegated to my left hand: writing, throwing, drawing, tooth-brushing. If I were forced to sacrifice a hand, I would not hesitate to offer my less-adroit right hand.
But make no mistake, buddy: I need you. You provide symmetry to my shape and balance when I run. I couldn’t applaud or type or catch softballs without you. Getting dressed would be immeasurably more difficult. If you weren’t down there at the end of my arm, I could only swim in circles.
Your brother may answer the phone, but I’ll always need you to dial. When I drive, I’m counting on you to shift the gears.
No one ever talks about their non-dominant hand. That’s a shame; our hands are unequal partners, but they are partners nonetheless. Right hand, I salute you! Or rather, you salute yourself…
Bwa hahahahaha… That’s the second time today that’s happened.
[sub]Okay… so I thought it was funny.[/sub]
Anyway, I’ll offer a bit of praise to my left hand. Without which I wouldn’t be able to fret any chords on my guitar. Playing the piano would become infinitely harder as well. Not to mention my job as a programmer. Congrats left hand! You’ve proven your usefullness. I even drink my coffee with you.
In the second Dark Tower book, The Drawing of the Three, Roland loses the first two fingers on his right hand to a lobstrosity. He thinks, “I jerk off left-handed. At least that’s something.”
Because of your choice of words. The word “adroit” stems from an Old French word meaning “Right” as in the opposite of “Left”. I read your statement as saying, “My less right-handed right hand.” even tho’ I know it doesn’t mean that.
Okay, maybe it’s not as funny unless you’re as interested in languages as I am. Sorry.
That’s the second time today that’s happened.