Okay, I’ll admit it, I was a campus lefty.
I started out just experimenting, you know, just writing a few sentences with my left hand by myself in my own dorm room, because, well, college is a time to try new things, right? I mean, maybe I only thought I was right-handed because that’s what authorties had been telling me all of my life! I’d seen other lefties on campus, and they seemed really happy and cool, you know? And, well, I admit, it was exciting to defy society’s conventions–a real thrill.
I started hanging out with lefties. Maybe some of them were for real, but I think a lot of them were just going along with the crowd, like I was, but we kind of fed off of each other’s energy. Pretty soon I considered myself a real lefty, not a righty any more. I wrote all my class notes left-handed, and hung out pretty much with just lefties. We talked about all the embarassing things we’d done right-handed when I was in high school, and how glad we were that we had discovered our true natures. We looked down on all those righties out there who disapproved of our lifestyle.
It wasn’t long before I was really involved in the lefty-ambidextrous movement and culture. I even joined a sit-in at the campus store, protesting the fact that they only sold right-handed scissors. I hope nobody ever sees those pictures! There I was, holding left hands with my significant other, wearing a T-shirt that said, “Only Left-Handers Are In Their Right Minds,” chanting, “We’re here! We’re sinister! And we’re not going away!”
After I left college, I quickly went back to my right-handed ways. It started when, at my new job, met a really handsome guy, and he seemed really nice and had a great sense of humor, and he was writing with is right hand. I was a little nervous picking up the pen the first time, but it just seemed so natural! I told him about my left-handed phase, and he was very respectful and understanding. Now, I’m a righty again, and that man has been my husband for two wonderful years.
But my wedding ring is on my left hand.
