the tree of woe

I read something recently that made me appreciate my…  ambidextrosity? ambidextrousness? I’ll get back to you on that wording.

Anyway, I write with my right hand, but I seem to prefer to do most every other task with my left hand. Notice I said “most” tasks. I prefer to swing a bat with my right(although I can switch hit,) and I also golf right handed(I’ve never tried it left handed.) I shoot a basketball, throw, and play tennis with my left. I also prefer to knife-fight with my left(Don’t ask.)

The problem is, every time I have to do something that I haven’t done in awhile that also requires “handedness,” I have to stop and think, “Ok, me. Do I do this right handed, or left handed?” A good example of that is bowling. I always manage to bowl at least a game and a half right handed with little success, when I always end out remarking out loud, “Oh yeah, that’s right. I bowl left handed,” causing everyone within earshot to back away slowly.

If I was smart, I’d keep bowling right handed until someone said, “Man, Kevin. I’m crushing you. Why are you smiling?

Me: “Because I know something you don’t know.”

Him: “And what is that?”

Me: “I am not right handed.”

Then I would proceed to destroy my friend in bowling. That’s how I picture it, anyway. So like I was saying…

Peter Faulk:“Ah, that’s the end of the blog post.”

Fred Savage:“What? What?”

Peter Faulk:“Ah, it’s kissing again. You don’t want to hear that.”

Fred Savage:“Oh, Ok.”

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