when i was in nursery, i remember using my left hand to write and draw but then my teacher “corrected” me and told me to use my right hand, and so i learned to write and draw as a righty but with all other activities like sports, i’m still a lefty by heart. i’ve read somewhere that right handed people live longer and that there’s a lot of prejudice against lefties. and so to be a well balanced person, i decided to be ambidextrous.
for the past couple of weeks i’ve been teaching my left hand to draw by enrolling in an art class. and last summer, i’ve trained my right hand to play tennis. so far, my quest for being truly ambidextrous is well underway. i guess this means i will live on the average and be equally prejudiced =).
“You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with your caterpillar treads, take them on with an open mind, as equals, man to man, as we used to say, and yet you never fail to get them wrong. You might as well have the brain of a tank. You get them wrong before you meet them, while you’re anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you’re with them; and then you go home to tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them all wrong again. Since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception, an astonishing farce of perception.
And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill-equipped are we all to envision one another’s interior workings and invisible aims? Is everyone to go off and lock the door and sit secluded like the lonely writers do, in a soundproof cell, summoning people out of words and then proposing that these word people are closer to the real thing than the real people that we mangle with our ignorance every day? The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It’s getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That’s how we know we’re alive: we’re wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that — well, lucky you.”
– Philip Roth, American Pastoral
why is it so hard to have new friends these days? all the people we meet now in this age are all so fleeting and temporary, we don’t really take the time to know them anymore, it’s not like high school friends or college friends or friends from your first work where you spent at least 4 years, where it’s so easy to pick up from where you last left.
it’s that time of the year for meteor showers in the northern hemisphere, the perseids should be visible between 12am to 3am, now if only it’s not foggy and you’re looking away from the moon, then it would really be a sight to behold, otherwise you might miss it, but unlike aurigids that takes decades to reappear, there’s still a chance to catch a glimpse of perseids next summer since it happens every year anyway.
some things in life are like perseids, constant, on the dot, dependable, consistent. they are always there, they always show, year after year at the exact same time and place, with no fail. other stuff are like aurigids, they are rare, they dont have a pattern, they come and go and you never really know when they’ll come back again if they do come back again. so which one of the two would you value more?