Off the Cuff / My Other Journal

From the Left Side of Life

I am so strongly right-handed. I must have started using my right hand even when I was a cell, way before I became a fetus. But after so many years of life, I got curious about writing with my left hand.

Where did that come from? I read a book on neurobics; that is, brain training or brain aerobics, sort of.

I started writing or rather trying to write left-handed immediately with dire results. Then I ran a search on left-handedness and found out that they had special pens for the left-handed people. No wonder some of my lines didn't quite make it while others turned too dark. I must have pushed the pen down on the paper too hard or too light or too sideways.

I had hoped attempting to write left-handed would make me smarter or maybe more creative. Alas! I'm hopeless. Plus, after writing a page, my head feels like a something went upside down in it, making my thoughts wobble, even more than they usually do.

Anyway, it was an experience.

On the other hand, I could have written something on my own, even a haiku, instead of wasting time by copying other people's work.

On the left- my left-handed writing           On the right - my normal not too great handwriting