Much like keys, we often lose our dear pens. These handy dandy tools that we use for writing always seem to get lost. Just put it on top of a table, or in between your notebook sheets, and the next time you look for it, it's already a ghost. Sometimes I wonder where they go.
They are pretty difficult to find as well, given that they are small and elusive. These pens just roll their way into nothingness, into roads that nobody knows. It seems that these pens have minds of their own, leaving their old masters alone. It's a rather bad habit to do, these pens who just leave without even saying goodbye. How are we gonna know that they won't come back anymore?
I rarely had a pen in my life whose ink I fully exhausted. It's either the ink dried up or, more commonly, it rolled out of sight, forever lost in my eyes. To make matters worse, sometimes I do not have an extra pen with me, so I am compelled to borrow friends. Sometimes I wonder if they took it on purpose. Sometimes I wonder if my pen accidentally rolled into their hands--but, heck, either way I'll never get it back.
So if there is one thing that I should remember when buying pens, it's that I shouldn't buy the expensive ones. I should buy the cheaper pens in the bargain bin. That way, whenever the pen decides to leave the miserable me, the mourning is less shorter than had it been a thousand dollar fountain pen.
So where do all the pens go? I honestly do not know. If I knew, would I ever tell you, anyway? Finders keepers as they say!
All UPSable
