I don’t remember how I found out that I was right-handed.
Then again, I don’t think most of you out there, reading this, quite remember how you found out that you were right- or left-handed. Most of us just seem to accept it as a natural course of how the universe works, and we go on about our lives, adapting as need be. I happen to be right-handed, just as the skip on my curling team is a lefty (which makes for interesting options strategy-wise sometimes. The amazing difference slight changes of angle makes…)
The Monster, though, can’t tell us which hand feels more natural to use. Continue reading