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A co-worker of mine has suggested that I have been subversively traumatized. Without knowing, I have casually tagged along with one of the more dominant and overlording social trends of all time.

I am right-handed. But I’m not supposed to be right-handed. Let me get that straight.

My co-worker and I were chatting about all of those random topics that find their way to the forefront of office discussion when I mentioned that I do everything left-handed (or left-footed), except for writing. Hitting a baseball, kicking a soccerball, golfing, even my left arm takes precedence in my workouts (those prior sports suggestions now only happen on occasion as I’ve certainly veered away from those types of activities). The co-worker suggested that I had been taught to write by someone who was agreeably right-handed themself. I had never comprehended that possibility.

Now that I consider such a case, I realize that I clap entirely ambidextrously; sometimes I begin clapping right-on-left and other times left-on-right. It’s odd, really. But more so, this jolt of reality just makes me feel that one parsec out of alignment with the cosmos. It’s as if someone carelessly filled me in that my faded-wash Bugle Boy jeans are “so 1994″. I’m somewhat upset, but more so alarmed and perturbed.

“If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off…” Oh, where’s that hacksaw when I need it? …

And for the record, I do not own faded-wash Bugle Boy jeans, although, to further emphasize the return of early nineties fashion, I may just go hunting for a pair.

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