Anyway, where was I, the air is so fresh and smells like rain and so on and so forth. Lost in thoughts, I pick up random items on a shelf just to put them onto another. Rembrandt enters the apartment. He‘s got a spare key that he talked me into giving him several months ago. Can you believe that somebody is actually naming their kid Rembrandt? I sure laughed the first time I heard it. Actually, his name bares a good amount of irony. He wouldn‘t be able to prepare Maccaroni and Cheese if the instructions were printed on the box as a cartoon. Which they are. His room is furnished with a sofa consisting of beer crates.
„Know what I thought about doing?“ I turn around towards the door. There he is, jumping on one leg while struggling with unlacing his shoe. The scene makes me smile.
He goes on. „I figured that if I had a lefty day once a week, it would stress my other brain half and make my thinking processes more complex.“
„A lefty day?“
„You know, days where I do everything with my left hand that I would normally do with my right hand. Everyone should do it from time to time.“
„Now where did you pick that up?“
„The guy I worked for today told me about ambidexterity. I guess he is a psycho-physio-something. Did you know the Neanderthalians could write simultaneously with both hands?“
„They didn‘t even have a written language, Rem.“
„Yeah, and I suppose they didn‘t have pencils either.“
I decide to not comment on that.
3 Kommentare:
hihi
i love the name Rembrandt....
im ambidextruous when it comes to certain things like writing, cutting with a knife, at dinner table, juggling :D
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