Overall, I’m happy to be a lefty. It’s just that sometimes I feel like I have that many more annoyances during the day than my right-handed friends. Little things, is all, but then a snake bite is little, isn’t it?
This comes to mind today because I have this coffee mug at work emblazoned with “Research King” in big black letters (won at a conference), but only on the right side of the mug (the right side when the mug is oriented with its handle towards me). Upshot: When I carry it in my left hand, which is the hand I’m comfortable carrying coffee mugs in, the words aren’t visible to anyone but me. Everyone else sees a plain white mug, completely unaware of the extent of my greatness.
I could carry the mug in my right hand, but I feel off balance when I do that. I’ve been silently taking out my frustration on the mug’s designer, but that’s a hollow satisfaction. I don’t drink that much coffee anyway.
Ava’s looking more like a righty every day. I’m going to do my best not to hold it against her.