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).
