Several years ago, I read about someone making the decision to immediately throw away any pen that didn’t write.
Sounds logical. I was relieved to know that an otherwise normal-seeming person struggled with this, and I determined to do it too.
As someone who was forever finding and then re-finding pens that were out of ink, I’ve tried to be conscious about not putting non-working pens back into the drawer.
Because grabbing a pen (usually in a hurry), only to find that it doesn’t write . . . is near the top of the list of Life’s Most Annoying Little Things.
This morning, I grabbed a pen to do my Bible study. While technically, the pen wasn’t out of ink . . . it was very difficult to write with it. It didn’t guide smoothly and certain sections of my already messy handwriting were made more difficult to read by the ink randomly cutting out.
I was annoyed enough to get up and find a new pen.
I started to put the not-unusable-but-super-annoying pen back into the drawer. But then I stopped myself. I realized that I was putting it back just in case I was ever desperate.
I do this a lot.
I plan to be desperate.
I’m not so good at thinking ahead enough to remember to grab a new pen at the store, but I’m great at thinking ahead enough to know that I’ll forget to grab a new pen at the store.
So I keep the old one.
The almost-no-good one.
I threw that pen away.
I’m sure I’ll regret it someday. Y’know, when I’m desperate.