The thing I love about studying linguistics is that I appreciate regional dialect wherever I go. Even in my hometown, I find the most intriguing accents, and all I want to know is their origins, how they ended up in Detroit, and how they kept a portion of their original dialect. Unfortunately, the sale always ends and the customer is always on their way.
"…Take a cue from Ted Ownby, who studies Southern culture at the University of Mississippi. His state came up highly neurotic — and he suspects his neighbors would be proud. ’Here in the home of William Faulkner,’ Mr. Ownby said, ‘we take intense, almost perverse neuroticism as a sign of emotional depth.’"
For the past couple of days, my eyes have been noticeably bloodshot. I’m pretty sure people mistake me for high in several daily instances and most likely at work.
I’m not sure what’s making my eyes continuously appear this way. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, maybe it’s being cooped up inside with all the dust, maybe it’s the clouds of smoke that constantly surround me for one reason or another.
I had often thought that all of that smoke may have muddled my vision, so much that I couldn’t even see what I was doing myself. Now that I actually have time to think, it’s turning out to be true.
…predominantly because I know someone there, because I’ve had my heart set on it for a while, or because I’ve been on vacation too long that inevitably I will become stir crazy enough to apply to jobs outside of Detroit so that I can finally turn over this “new leaf” everyone keeps talking about.
For those of you who have yet to experience this, I will enlighten you: being left-handed in a right-handed world is tough. Most things are manageable. Learning guitar is not one of these things. Learning how to play guitar has been one of the most frustrating experiences I have had in a while, mainly because my brain is wired to control the opposite motor skills of what I am actually doing.
I started learning guitar a few months ago, and picking up chords has been pretty easy. Having experience with composing music, I can usually hear a song and memorize the chords by ear.
The other night I found myself playing Guitar Hero with my boyfriend after a party. I’ve only played this game one other time in my life and I’m only familiar with beginner’s level, but I digress. I grabbed the tiny remote-controlled guitar from his hands and held it with the neck in my right hand.
"Wait a minute, that can’t be right." I flipped it over so I was holding it in right-hander’s position, but as soon as I started playing my fingers couldn’t match with the frets. It was like writing with my right hand. I flipped it over again (my poor boyfriend having to switch the controls each time) and instant relief rushed over me. My brain could actually concentrate on the pattern at hand instead of balking at each left finger on the frets.
When I’m learning notes on a guitar I feel like I’m learning to play a recorder at the remedial level. Never in my life have I had a problem learning music, yet here I am struggling to know which string to hit with my right hand. Essentially I’m attempting to rewire my brain after twenty-plus years of developing motor skills to do opposite motions. It is infuriating for someone like me who’s used to picking up patterns as such quickly.
So here I am at square one, my eyes and brain inculcated to learn the exact opposite of what I used to tell them, and feeling like an infant grabbing a rattle for the first time. It’s not often I feel limited by my handedness, but at this point I’m taking several extra steps to catch up to where I would normally be. I really want to learn guitar, but it’s an uphill battle. I’ve remained patient enough to continue practicing every day. It’s kind of like teaching myself to write with my right hand: slow, uneven, and a battle of resistance from everything I have ever known.