Who's Who
I was happily chomping away on my ham and Swiss on whole wheat with a slice of raw onion and mayo, when all of a sudden, I realized I had the sandwich in my left hand. I am a very right handed guy. I have often been glad that I am a very right handed guy. I started courting my Lady Wonder Wench in the days and nights of mini-skirts. Sometimes when I was driving, and she was in the seat next to me her left leg sometimes rewarded my right hand very nicely. So nicely that once I almost went off the road. It wasn't my fault. \n\tWiping the "wow was that ever nice remembering that" smile off my face, I started thinking why is a right handed guy eating a sandwich with his left hand? When I eat from a plate, I always use my fork with my right hand. I can't use a fork with my left hand. I've tried. So how come my sandwich always lands up in my left hand? And why did that happen automatically. Who made that decision? Lots of things happen automatically to me. And I think to you too. You usually don't decide to take a breath, and you don't think left, right, left, right when you're walking. \n\tAnd who's doing stuff in your head while you're talking? Most of the time you don't think about exactly what the next word is going to be. Unless you're trying to explain why your hand has gotten caught in some cookie jar, or on some lady's leg where it didn't belong. There's an idea kicking around between your ears, but the exact words you use are automatic. Who's doing that if you're not? I think it's your Who, that's who.