As a left-handed person in a right-handed world, I sometimes just adjust to certain things in life. When something needs to be cut, I hand the scissors to my wife or to whomever happens to be nearby. Scissors are a frustration I’ve come to deal with, but not everything made for right-handers has to be enforced upon those of us in our right mind. (Okay, I had to use that lame left-handed joke—I’m sorry.)
I recently decided to use my left hand as my mouse hand after years of giving in to using my right hand, and I can say that it feels much better to be able to do so. Here’s a few remarks I have about it and some things that have helped along the way.