/me high fives!
I can’t write on those things and I can’t be bothered taking each sheet I’m going to write on out. So I either write with my right hand (what? I can!) or get a notebook…
Oh, it’s really not like I can’t use regular notebooks, it’s just so bloody easier to use them backwards (get a notebook, flip it horizontally and that’s what I’m talking about): you should try that one of these days. (To be quite honest, you still have to start writing away from the border of the page, but the annoying spiral thing goes away from your wrist on most pages you’re going to write—the odd ones—and that saves the day.)
It’s also quite more of a habit, since I already have everything backwards in me bedroom—CD cases, folder etc.
Bruno, I’d really like you to tell me to what extent you are ambidextrous! I’ve been working on it myself, with good results I might say. My handwriting with the left hand has improved tremendously, and I now tend to use whatever hand is closest to the task for simpler movements. So, can you say with confidence that you can use both hands with equal ease? I’d like to have that skill someday.
Well, I used to be quite goofy and didn’t know why, until one day, I was 13 or 14, a friend pointed out it could be due to the fact that I did things with my right hand even though I kept bragging about being a lefty. So I decided to become lefty again. What I realized is that there were things I did with only one of me hands: I had never been able to lock or unlock a door with the right hand, or even put the key in the keyhole with that hand for that matter; I had always brushed my teeth with the right hand (perhaps because mom is righty and when I was little she taught me how to brush my teeth by holding me arm and telling me what to do), I had always used scissors and can openers with the left etc.
So I just tried to invert. To my surprise, some things actually improved when I started to do that. For instance, I’ve always been a denial when it comes to (association) football—one day, and that was last year, I was playing tremendously well, and scored a beautiful goal, and when I realized I had been playing with me left leg (I always play with the right, don’t know why). Same for basketball and handball: back when I was 13, one day I switched to left hand and played… awfully. But in a couple of months I had improved more than in years with the right hand. So the first thing I did was become lefty for everything, and that was the easy part.
My calligraphy with the left hand wasn’t (hasn’t ever been and still isn’t) exactly beautiful, but I found out that, when I’m drawing, the left hand might quiver a bit, so the trace isn’t as fluid and the grip isn’t as firm, but the proportions are so much better and it’s like I know what traces have to be done and which are unnecessary, whilst with the right hand the trace is clear and firm, but the drawing always gets all polluted and confusing. Painting, on the other hand, is way better done with the left hand: my right hand doesn’t seem to be a friend of brushes, really.
So as you can see, it’s not like both hands are equally as skilled, but I know which is better at what and if I can’t use it at the moment (if I’m talking on the cellphone, for example), I can handle things with both hands, so I don’t have to stop or change hands and for most things really both hands are indeed equally as skilled, only specific chores like writing I prefer to do with a certain hand.
Also, I tried to pull a DaVinci and learn how to write backwards with me left hand, and as I got skilled and fluent… I realized I was using the right hand! :shock: It’s like I automatically choose the correct hand for chores I’m definitely only skilled with one of them. But otherwise it’s pretty anarchic, really. Learning how to do everything with the right hand (for, besides writing and teeth brushing, the thing’s a denial) proportioned some of the most hilarious months of me life.