my pens

Nothing flows out of my brain lately except for some crazy stuff that it doesn’t seem to run out of.  Rachelle, my former student and friend sent a text message a few minutes ago asking me why I am no longer blogging these days. Geez, wish I could tell her I need new sets of functioning brain cells.  Mine are rapidly reaching their full extinction level!

Good thing my eyes zoomed in on my beloved pens.  You see, aside from DVDs and books, pens are indispensable in my so-called life. I can survive even without hankies or combs, but not without it.

My friend Marj once wrote about hoarding things as a way to satisfy oneself or as a reminder that one is not poor. It may be so ingrained in our culture since most of us associate ‘more’ with ‘wealth’, following the dictum “the more, the merrier”. However,  I think it’s more of a ‘happiness’ issue in my case. It’s just a pen, right? But I am delighted owning as much. If there is such as thing as comfort food, then there’s a comfort possession too!

A budding advocate for minimalism, she was once my buddy in stashing our bags away with notebooks, journals, planners, and yes, pens! But while she’s already inching away from this habit, which I learned from her is a manifestation of depression era mindset, I’m stuck at having more. To think I never really use all of them. It’s the high, I guess, of owning every single color, texture, shape, so on and so forth.

Not surprisingly, my pencil case now brims with pens of varying colors! I remember my younger sister asking for my Pilot G-Tech once. But being the pen-addict that I am, I always have difficulty parting away with any of them. Settle for a no. But if you’re lucky enough and I won’t notice it, you can probably sneak  out with one or two.