BEING A "LEFTY"

I don't really know when or who first asked the question, "you write and eat with your left hand?". all i know is that i've always been writing, am writing and will be writing with my left hand (unless i break my left hand somehow). my family has accepted me as normal, while my friends in school thought it was totally cool to be a left-hander. there were a few teachers and relatives who thought that i was just being totally fussy and stubborn and that i could've learnt to write with the "proper" hand if i tried. when questioned (when just a kid), i used to feel awkward and look at mum (if she's around). mum would calmly explain that there's nothing wrong in writing with the left hand, and that there are many cases in which people happened to be a left hander... (complete explanation with scientific proof and all). once school was over and i was to settle in the hostel, i vaguely wondered what people there would think. my first meal experience wasn't pleasant. when i sat down with my plate and started to eat(trust me, i felt like i was condemned to the central prison), a few girls noticed something was seriously odd about me (i guess they couldn't point out the oddity right away because i was a completely weird person by nature). after a few silent moments (during which i was trying to eat peacefully and not worry about the futur), one of them says, " you are eating with your left hand!", with an expression that conveyed the message-yew!disgusting! i remember turning all red like a tomato and thanking the heavens above that the lighting system in the hostel is not so good (only later did i know that there were enough tube-lights to brighten up the mess hall, but we are allowed to switch on only 2 of them to save electricity). as all heads turn to me, i act as if i don't care and say casually that there is nothing wrong in being a lefty while inside, i felt like strangling the girl by her throat. inspite of my own stubborness, i eventually learnt how to eat with my right hand (i haven't reached perfection, though...i shove the food inside with my right hand, the way a tractor would shove mud), simply to avoid questions like, "but why do you eat with the left hand when everyone else eats with their right?"....."hhmmm, so does that mean you clean your butt with the right hand?"...."are you a lefty so that people will think you are cool?"..."okay, so that means the right side of your brain works more, huh?"...etc...

there are times when i get totally confused about which hand is which and eat with my left. but now,it does not disturb me anymore when people ask(trust me, most of them are sooooo narrow-minded) because i've reached a stage in which i have a vague idea of what i want to be one day,...and being a righty is not in the list.