Pineapple Express: Someone Is Wrong on the Internet?

[Velderan]

Coming from a sports, particularly baseball, family, I find the forced right handed stuff funny. It was entirely opposite for me growing up. My brother is already doing it for his kids lol.

I don't remember ever having anyone else ever try to correct how I did things, which like @Ryujin said upthread just ended up being terrible handwriting and an awkward mix of which hand I use to do different tasks. When I joined the Army and went to basic training, the drill sergeants asked who was left handed when we started learning to shoot and I raised my hand. They show me how to use the adaptor to fix where the empty brass ejects from since the M16 is setup for right handed shooters. I spent the rest of the afternoon being a terrible shot until a different drill sergeant finally asked which eye was my dominant eye. I didn't know, so we did a quick test and figured out I am right eye dominant and immediately found I was a great shot. Of course I ended up doing a bunch of pushups for mistakenly wasting their time by answering the question they asked (am I left handed?) and not understanding the significance of the question, having never fired a gun before. Silly me. lol

 

[payn]

I don't remember ever having anyone else ever try to correct how I did things, which like @Ryujin said upthread just ended up being terrible handwriting and an awkward mix of which hand I use to do different tasks. When I joined the Army and went to basic training, the drill sergeants asked who was left handed when we started learning to shoot and I raised my hand. They show me how to use the adaptor to fix where the empty brass ejects from since the M16 is setup for right handed shooters. I spent the rest of the afternoon being a terrible shot until a different drill sergeant finally asked which eye was my dominant eye. I didn't know, so we did a quick test and figured out I am right eye dominant and immediately found I was a great shot. Of couse I ended up doing a bunch of pushups for mistakenly wasting their time by answering the question they asked (am I left handed?) and not understanding the significance of the question, having never fired a gun before. Silly me. lol

I know that story too. Even though im right handed, I am left eye dominant and shoot left. I never had basic hazing though as I never enlisted.

 

[Scribe]

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Actually coworker bob, I didnt need to be on your call, and I sure as hell didnt need to be up at 5 to do so.

I hope you have a terrible day.

Thanks!

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

I’m ambidextrous, but I still favor my right hand…for most things. Some tasks I do preferentially left handed; some I switch back and forth.

I vaguely remember my paternal grandfather gently trying to correct me on task handedness a few times, but nothing abusive or persistent.

To be clear: just because you’re ambidextrous doesn’t mean you’re equally good doing everything with either hand- things that require skill/fine motor control still require training of the “off hand”. So, for instance, even though I can create art with either hand, there’s a noticeable difference between my right and left hands’ mastery of certain techniques.

 

[Ryujin]

I don't remember ever having anyone else ever try to correct how I did things, which like @Ryujin said upthread just ended up being terrible handwriting and an awkward mix of which hand I use to do different tasks. When I joined the Army and went to basic training, the drill sergeants asked who was left handed when we started learning to shoot and I raised my hand. They show me how to use the adaptor to fix where the empty brass ejects from since the M16 is setup for right handed shooters. I spent the rest of the afternoon being a terrible shot until a different drill sergeant finally asked which eye was my dominant eye. I didn't know, so we did a quick test and figured out I am right eye dominant and immediately found I was a great shot. Of course I ended up doing a bunch of pushups for mistakenly wasting their time by answering the question they asked (am I left handed?) and not understanding the significance of the question, having never fired a gun before. Silly me. lol

I shoot right, but am left eye dominant. Sucks.

I'm a Leftie archer.

 

[Mad_Jack]

I think the RPG community’s version of touch grass should be throw dice. Meaning get off the internet and go play something.

Well, considering the size of some of the metal dice I've seen, throwing them is somewhat less of a stress relief mechanism and more of a manslaughter attempt...

I’m ambidextrous, but I still favor my right hand…for most things. Some tasks I do preferentially left handed; some I switch back and forth.

I vaguely remember my paternal grandfather gently trying to correct me on task handedness a few times, but nothing abusive or persistent.

To be clear: just because you’re ambidextrous doesn’t mean you’re equally good doing everything with either hand- things that require skill/fine motor control still require training of the “off hand”. So, for instance, even though I can create art with either hand, there’s a noticeable difference between my right and left hands’ mastery of certain techniques.

Having done factory work for a great portion of my career, I've basically adapted myself to simply doing most tasks with whichever hand is most convenient, and for most purposes that don't involve extremely fine manipulation I don't really have a dominant hand anymore. (On a good day, as long as I can see both my hands, I can often use both hands simultaneously on separate tasks if they're simple enough.) Like you said, I actively put in the work to train my brain and hands to work like that from a fairly young age. Hobbies, art, a short career in junior high as a shoplifter and occasional pickpocket...

For fine manipulation stuff, I'm mostly capable of doing everything both left- and right-handed, but some of the right-handed stuff still requires me to concentrate on it, making it slower. My writing with my right hand is pretty legible, and although I haven't really put in enough practice painting with my right hand I can still use it well enough to get those spots that I can't hit left-handed.

Just don't ask me to throw anything with either hand, lol.

 

[Snarf Zagyg]

You ever feel that there is this constant hum of loud background noise. It's there, and it's getting louder.

And every night, you go to sleep, hoping that the next day it will be gone, But it's not. It's there, but maybe a little louder. And you have two choices- you can either try and ignore it, but you can't. Because it's there. So you just try and carry on, ignoring the noise, maybe doing some work and binging on netflix, and feeling weird and stressed out and miserable and sad because you're like, "This friggin' noise, everyone! Can't you hear it?"

Or you can focus on the noise, looking to find some way to turn it off. But when you do, the noise just get louder and louder and louder until you feel like you're adrift in it, drowning, succumbing under waves of high-pitched wails straight from a horror movie until you're forced to retreat, battered and bruised and broken.

And the noise continues.

You know, something like that?

 

[Scribe]

You ever feel that there is this constant hum of loud background noise. It's there, and it's getting louder.

 

[Scribe]

Take care of yourself @Snarf Zagyg it all falls to naughty word if we dont.

 

[Ryujin]

You ever feel that there is this constant hum of loud background noise. It's there, and it's getting louder.

And every night, you go to sleep, hoping that the next day it will be gone, But it's not. It's there, but maybe a little louder. And you have two choices- you can either try and ignore it, but you can't. Because it's there. So you just try and carry on, ignoring the noise, maybe doing some work and binging on netflix, and feeling weird and stressed out and miserable and sad because you're like, "This friggin' noise, everyone! Can't you hear it?"

Or you can focus on the noise, looking to find some way to turn it off. But when you do, the noise just get louder and louder and louder until you feel like you're adrift in it, drowning, succumbing under waves of high-pitched wails straight from a horror movie until you're forced to retreat, battered and bruised and broken.

And the noise continues.

You know, something like that?

Yup. Makes me want to build that container castle out in the woods, somewhere, away from civilization.