If you are of a certain age and went to school during a certain time, you will be familiar with the green scissors.  You found them during elementary school art class buried at the bottom of the box of communal scissors (this was during a time where schools could not only afford to provide scissors but also luxuries like paper, pencils, and kleenex to their students rather than students coming to the first day of class with a metric ton of supplies they purchased for themselves).

The box would contain between 20 and 40 pairs of metal scissors with rubber coated handles.  The vast majority of the handles would be black.  A few lonely pairs at the bottom would have green handles.  Those were mine.  For you see, I am a lefty and the green scissors were a sign to all and sundry that I was different.

Being different has been a major theme in my life.  I chose to embrace it.  To enhance it.  To become a fringe personality.  This does not mean I get tatoos or dye my hair.  I do have an earring but only one.  And I have never been what you would call a radical.  But I do see the world different than those around me.  I don’t take things for granted as much.  I observe more than others seem to about my surroundings.  Where the other students simply grabbed a pair of scissors off the top, I had to slow down and investigate a little bit before I found ones suited for me.

Green Scissors is not a theme site for the promotion of the Left (handed) agenda.  It is not a store for lefty gear. It is just a place where I can put down thoughts that seem like they are worth preserving for awhile.  The site has been around in one form or another for over five years (with some long and notable gaps) and I expect that it will hang around for quite a few more.