Day 46: Restart

In the interest of art, I bought a fountain pen the same day I went home with about five pounds of rainforest produce.  I like writing, but I was never really fond of fountain pens.  Which should be interesting, considering that a lot of my artsy fartsy friends prefer writing with a fountain than a ballpoint.  However, I'm left-handed, and I grew up experiencing prejudice to a lefty.  Every design, concept, architecture and activity I could think of was formatted with a right-handed individual in mind.  Think of doors, keyboards, faucets, and musical instruments.  (I remember the first thing my music teacher asked me when I told him I'm left-handed, "The violin is a right-handed instrument, it's not going to be easy for you.  Are you up to the challenge?"  Arrogant little brat that I was, I said yes.) 

Then there were writing instruments.  The fountain pen was not exactly designed for a lefty.  Writing in slants isn't exactly comfortable for my left hand.  But arrogant little brat that I still am, I decided to challenge it.  The fascinating thing really is, after years of literacy, I am now practicing how to write like I was five.  Funny, it's like going back to the Start (Depapepe).