
He was also a left-hander which made his writing even messier. You know what I mean. Whenever you see a left-hander writing, they are always contorting their hands into wierd angles so they don't smear everything they have just written. I pity them.
As I watched this man, however, nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him. He didn't seem to notice that he was holding his writing utencil differently than everyone else. He didn't seem to notice that his writing was a little bit messier than everyone elses, and he didn't seem to notice that I had been staring at his hand for a couple minutes either. It was just the way he did things.
Everyone does life differently. Some people are rich and love it, some people are poor and own it. Some people are talented and some are not. Some people like to sit down together as a family for meals and some people like to watch TV during dinner. Some people like to be the center of attention, and some people just like to watch those people. There is no RIGHT way to do life; you kind of just have to figure it out as you go. Just see what works best for you. There is no need to be self-conscious about it; if it doesn't work for someone else, that's their loss.
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