An Allegory of Confusion

So I'm right handed. I've always been right handed. Never in my life have I ever considered being anything other than right handed. Granted, from time to time, I've thought about using my left hand, and wanted to use my left hand, but not very often. However, there's a strong possibility that I've thought about using my left hand more than most right handed people would...

I have a lot of left handed friends. I hang out with left handed people all the time. Sometimes, I feel more comfortable around my left handed friends than around my right handed friends. Even though I've spent a lot of time with left handed people, I've never contemplated that I could actually be left handed.

Recently, I've been spending a great deal of time with a left handed friend with whom I had only spent small amounts of time with in the past. This is nothing new; like I've said before, I've hung out with left handed people all the time.

Herein lies the confusion. The more time I spend with this particular left handed friend, the more I find myself thinking about wanting to use my left hand. I'm not saying that I think I'm fully left handed, but I'm thinking there's a strong possibility that I may be a little more ambidextrous than I thought I was.

Although this confusion has thrown me for a huge loop, I can't say I'm totally surprised. A little bit of the urge has clearly always been there. I guess it's all just surfacing more in this new friendship.

The question is, what do I do now?

Do I mention this to my left handed friend? (Or have I already by writing this post?) ... I don't want to look like a complete and total idiot...

Do I ignore the impulse to use my left hand and hope it goes away? Do I even want it to go away?


*sigh*

Any input on the subject would be greatly appreciated...