One of my dad’s sisters is left-handed. Both my parents are right. I do some things with my left and some with my right, not equally well enough to say I’m ambidexterous but not overall more right or left handed.
I think I should have been left-handed, but I have a distinct memory of not knowing which hand to use to write, so I looked at the person next to me And so I grew up thinking I was right handed. I expect if I analyzed it, I’d find that I tend to use my right for things I was taught to do and my left for other things.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"