I feel it is my duty, hell... my obligation, to post about something that was not brought to my attention until earlier today.
It would appear that this day marks a very special occasion, one that is important for me and people like me. We, this special breed of humans, are often overlooked or mocked for the important thing that bonds us.
We are left-handed. And today is our day.
Life has not been easy for us left-handers. The world isn't built for southpaws.
We can't use your scissors. We have our own.
No green-handled scissors? No cutting, friend.
And should we have an urge to open a can of soup (because even left-handed people like soup), it is not an easy task.
Y'see, can openers were invented by the devil.
Yes, the devil is right-handed. Everyone knows that.
Left-handed folks are known to be creative. Some of us are writers. Writers write in books.
Ever tried to write in a spiral notebook with your left-hand? Do it, righties. Feel our pain.
And so, I say a happy International Left-Handed Day to all of my lefties out there.
Our hands may be smudged with pen ink and our cans may be left unopened, but our minds are strong and awesome. We will never conform to the world's right-handed ways.
We are the left-handed!
High five to you all.