| A pen by any other name... |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|06:38 pm] |
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I stole a pen from Gunneddwn.
I love this pen. The point isn't too fine, isn't too thick. It's big but not too big, has grip in the curved places.
The problem is...I am afraid to take the pen out of my office.
I love the pen so much that I know I'll be angry if I lose it. I lose pens all the time. They dissapear in my bag, they fall on the floor, they are left in other offices, at the reference desk.
So everywhere I go I write with pens that I know are inferior. I feel angry at them for not being THAT pen.
I asked Gunneddwn if I am defeating the purpose of having a pen I love by not using the pen outside of my office.
Gunneddwn says I do not truly love the pen, I merely want to control it.
This isn't some weird metaphor or parable. This is all true. I'm in a dysfunctional relationship with a pen.
I feel as though the answer would be to set the pen free and trust that it won't leave me but I know it's not up to the pen. It's my responsibility and I just don't trust myself not to lose it.
Maybe the answer lies in purchasing a large number of these pens... |
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