adouglas
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Being left handed where I grew up was kind of like being touched in the head. Not tolerated.
You qualifly for that too?
Of course. I said I was a lefty.
I went through primary school with a near-permanent graphite stain on the edge of my left hand because I had to curl it over in order to make those blasted cursive script letters tilt in the "correct" direction. Half the pencil lead wound up ground into my skin.
I eat left-handed and write (and of course draw) left handed. Everything else I've managed to learn how to accomplish righty.
My wife is a lefty too. Every time we go out to eat, there's this mildly comical moment where we both grab the water glass and move it from the right side of the place setting to the left.