If the Hokey Pokey really was what it was all about, I would be in serious trouble…
I may have mentioned this in passing before, but today I make an all out confession:
I suffer from Left-Right Confusion,
Which in layman’s terms means I often can’t tell my left from my right without pretending to eat.
It’s more embarrassing than anything else. I’ve called people moments after giving them directions to my house and asked them to repeat them to make sure I didn’t say turn left when they should turn right.
I don’t know if the two are related, but I also have a horrible sense of direction.
I’ve mostly come to terms to my condition and have given up my dreams of ever becoming an air traffic controller. But sometimes situations arise which remind me just how different I am. And not necessarily in a good way.
Such was the case Wednesday night.
I have this amazing book called The Art of Looking Sideways by Alan Fletcher. I’m sort of at a loss for words as to how to describe it, so I’ll let Amazon do it for me: “Alan Fletcher’s The Art of Looking Sideways is an absolutely extraordinary and inexhaustible “guide to visual awareness,” a virtually indescribable concoction of anecdotes, quotes, images, and bizarre facts that offers a wonderfully twisted vision of the chaos of modern life.” It is the big book of awesome, and I mean that literally: it weighs 5 pounds.
Anyhoo, I was looking through the book last night (there’s no beginning or end–you could start anywhere), when I came across an exercise which tests whether you were left or right eyed dominant.
Before I continue, I need to give you a little back story. When I was a young tot first picking up a crayon, my natural inclination was to lead with my left hand. My older sisters, apparently fearing being left-handed would make me more of a freak than I already was, forced me to write with my right hand. I’m convinced I should have been left-handed. I credit them for me being amberdextrous ambidexterous able to do things with both hands. I also blame them for my left-right confusion and the delayed discovery of my creativity. (It’s okay–they don’t read my blog. Feel free to heap burning coals upon their heads.)
Now, about the test. It started with a picture:
I was really hoping to discover that I was left-eyed dominant, which would confirm that I am truly left-handed and right-brained. This is my logic. Just nod and follow along, please. Well that was not at all helpful. I see both, and not really one more than the other.
But wait…there was more! Here’s the other test:
Stretch out an arm, either will do, and point with a finger to a distant corner of the room–keep both eyes open.
Staying in this position, close one eye, then the other. In one case your eye will match whatever you’re pointing at in the corner, in the other your finger will be pointing way off the mark.
If you’re on target, that’s your leading eye.
I took the test.
When I closed my right eye, my left eye stayed on target.
I really am left-eyed dominant.
“Um…what are you doing?”, asks my husband.
“I took a test to see if I’m left or right-eyed dominant. I’m left-eyed dominant, by the way.”
I proceed to read him the instructions I followed to the letter. Then I repeated the test again.
“Which eye stays on target?”
“MY LEFT EYE! See?” (repeats test)
“That’s your right eye.”
What about you? Have any secret shames you hide from the world?
This is a safe place.
Talk to me, freaks!