'Southpaws'.
I read on the newspapers yesterday about how there's a day for 'southpaws'. Basically it's a term for left-handers, because left-handers are different from the rest and whatnot.It bored me and it reminded me how narcissistic people can be, and I could relate to much ire against French people (the French word for left has some devilish connotation, effectively demonizing left-handers).
I'm not exceptionally proud to be a left-handed, nor do I feel special. I'm not doing exceptionally well in school despite being a left-handed and I'm not talented in the sense that I can't get laid, my queue keeps getting cut, there's no exclusiveness in all my relationships with other people (read: friendships), there's nothing really special about me except that I have (am) an exceptionally huge penis.
Being in a 'right-handers' world, I've learnt to adapt to right-handed stuff like the mouse. Here's a picture of my mouse along with its best friend:
Yea the keyboard is slightly white, I'd like to attribute that to 'dust' but I think the complications of a computer linked to the Internet coupled with a male user makes the origins of white-stuff highly dubious and impossible to simply pass off as dirt.
The mouse is well-worn as can be seen, it had its silvery sheen removed by wear and tear, indicating the level of devotion I have towards my computer, testament to having No Life.
Of course, I've also learnt to deal with stuff like right-handed paddles for kayaks, right-handed flip-up tables in the auditorium/lecture theatres in the sense that I can sleep on them without being caught that often, right-handed wanking style, et cetera. I'd like to think of myself as a person who doesn't really know that such stuff are meant for right-handers. We learn to adapt and after that what we adapted from doesn't matter anymore.
Have I lost my status as a left-hander? Is there a need to assert my left-handed identity by joining Facebook groups proclaiming my 'difference from 80% of the world'? I know it's quite ironic that I'm posting about how I'm a left-hander while making noise at others who make noise about their own left-handed identity, but I think my point is this:
There is no such thing as a left-handed identity.
Just get over yourselves and move on. We don't need special left-handed stuff, I use my mouse with my right hand, I use a right-handed guitar, I use my right hand to wank, in fact I think my clutching power for my right hand is stronger than my left.
What are we trying to do by making ourselves more distinct and less mainstream? There's no difference, I'm not getting laid because I'm a 'southpaw'. We're not freaks, we're as normal as the rest of the population, we simply with different hands. The rest, we can all adapt.
I'd feel very awkward with a left-handed mouse, I'd find it screwed up, I tried doing that before and it was completely off, I couldn't even play Battleon (I can't effing find the 'Attack' button to click continuously).
Why not we just accept our 'differences' and shove it?
An interesting thing happened to me on Saturday night, when my family decided to eat dinner at Sakae Sushi, Compass Point. The service was bordering on being shitty, tempers were running because our fried salmon skin wasn't coming at all despite waiting for like 40mins, but they had a saving grace--a cute waitress <3
Her child-like voice stirred my heartstrings and under the warm, yellow light her smile accentuated her features, making her beauty even more prominent. She had this sense of purpose when she walked (duh, she's working), and she just..simply won me over. So I got busy observing her facial features and everything that makes her her, and she was simply marvellous from her look of concentration when staring at the computer to her relaxed laughter when she makes passing jokes with her colleagues. Everything, everything about her was perfect. So perfect that the picture I took of her tells nothing about her perfection. I was deeply moved by her professionalism and my family caught me staring as I made known my overwhelming feelings for her.
When she came over to count our plates after we've finished eating, she held her head in a lopsided way as if in deep concentration. She took quite a long time counting the plates, reflective of her conscientious attitude towards her work, and that picture of cuteness was too picturesque to not be made a picture of.
So I did what I do best (; not posting though, I'm a voyeur but that doesn't mean I'm making it know that explicitly.
I met her today at KFC. She was with a male colleague also from Sakae. My heart broke. =\
Well there you have it I just made a confession about liking a girl 10 years older than me. I know a lot of people would think that I am joking and assume that I am joking but they shouldn't do that because of the probability that I could be serious. What if I really am serious? The doubters would be trampling on my sincerity and I'd be left a cold, lonely man as I've always been :c I know I don't have a good track record of being serious but that doesn't mean I'm never serious right =\ you've never seen me serious because there are hardly any occasions which requires the serious side of me and I don't enjoy it because being serious is being tiring and I don't like being tiring.
..OK fine I was joking.
-- 8/23/2010 08:41:00 PM