It just hit me, while replying to a thread in CS, that my tastes in steak have gone backwards from the accepted wisdom. The usual line is that people like their meat more well done the older they get. I am just the opposite. When I was young I wanted it grey. But each passing decade has me liking my steaks more and more rare. These days I’ll have tartare for the appetizer before tearing into a rib eye that has, as burpo put it, just been run through a warm room.
My politics are backwards, too. I voted for Nixon my first election, for Ghu’s sake! Now I view Bernie Sanders as being dangerously centrist.
What about you? Anything in Life you’ve been doing backwards?
Word problems. Like, since junior high. I read it through and when I get to, “How many…, or how far…, or whatever,” the problem unfolds backwards for me–wish I could explain it better. Is this common? BTW, I love word problems.
When I peel vegetables, I do it with the knife or peeler pointing towards me. It used to drive my mom insane, she was convinced I was going to lose a finger. I’ve always do it that way, I’ve never cut myself and it’s awkward for me to do it the opposite way. I wonder if it’s a left handed thing?
As an ad guy, I know how much advertisers pay extra for “Right Hand Page, Far Forward”. I wonder how many people are like me and see the back of the magazines first… and sometimes never make it to “RHP/FF”…
With me it’s not 6 but 5. I start at the lower left and finish at top right, unless for some reason I’m trying to write especially legibly.
When subtracting with pencil and paper I often start in the leftmost column instead of the rightmost. If I need to borrow, I make adjustments afterward by striking out the wrong digit and replacing it with the right one.
As far as aging goes: I’m in much better shape now than I was in my college days. My Freshman 15 was a 30, but nowadays, between the I-can’t-afford-fast-food Diet and the I-don’t-have-a-car exercise plan, I’ve lost most of that, and occasionally even have a hint of a six-pack.
For other reversals, I wear my watch on my right (dominant) wrist, because as a kid, it seemed obvious to me that I’d do it that way, and even now that I understand why that’s not the usual, I’ve gotten used to it.
The Mrs. and I tend to eat our salads after our entrees, when dining at home. That way, if the entree is really good, we can gorge on it and skip the salad.
This is how I always try to tell people to approach word problems: Start by figuring out what you’re trying to find, which is often asked at the end of the problem, and then go back and figure out what you need to do to find it.
I’ve ran across a few people that order and eat the desert first at a restaurant. One elderly gentleman liked to say it was because he was old and might die before the end of the meal.
