Wow, this sounds like it might be deep.
It actually sounds like it has something to do with Occum’s Razor, the problem solving method that suggests that if you remove all the complicated options that assume the most unknowns, the simplest solution that is left will be the preferable one.
But no, the title is nothing more than a little play on words to introduce an ADHD issue that plagues me.
The issue is …
When I look at a boat, I know immediately which side is starboard and which is port. When I look at a person, I know which hand their wedding ring will be on because I know their left from their right.
When I am told to look to the left … I fail.
Well, not every time, I mean, I have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right, or getting it left, right?
If I stop to think, “Wait! I get this wrong sometimes. Which one is left?” then I’ll get get it, I’ll have the correct answer.
But if I’m tied up with other thoughts I am as likely to turn right as left.
You’d think …
Yes, you would think that at my mature age I’d have learned this by now. I know which feet my shoes go on because the curve of the toes points to the other foot. But I don’t necessarily think of them as right shoe and left shoe.
It is known that we folks with ADHD are more likely to be left handed or mixed dominant in comparison to the general population or the group known as NT’s (neuro-typicals).
And I am somewhat mixed dominant, but I do things in the way that seems most natural to me. Whether that is right or left handed, I can’t say without doing the thing.
It’s true. Some things have been noted to the point that I am aware of them. I do indeed play golf right handed. And yes, it is a known thing that I play hockey left handed.
But why those things are the way they are I have no idea.
And yes, I too find it curious that I play two different games where you would hold a stick in your hands and hit a projectile with said stick … but would do that two different ways and have those ways be comfortable to me.
I can do this!
It’s true that when I have a bad lie on the golf course and the options are to move the ball and take a penalty stroke, or hit it left handed, I’ll choose the latter and manage reasonably well (I carry a left handed five iron in my bag for this very reason).
But it is also true that I’m more aware that I’m standing on the starboard side of the ball than that the green is to my right … or left, or whatever.
Just hit the damned ball.
Or the puck.
Or … oh, never mind.