...and thats when I found it.

Everyone has a store, shop or business that they feel was made particularly for them. Whenever we find ourselves anywhere near it we are forced to go inside and explore, drawn toward it like a naïve mosquito to the mesmerizing blue glow of a fly zapper. We are consumed with the ‘kid in a candy store’ excitement and achieve a level of giddiness that may make those around us feel uncomfortable. I have several of these places myself. As an amateur artist and writer I love office supply stores. Pens and pencils are not just for taking down some ones phone number but are tools for releasing ideas and emotions, frustrations and interests. Everything I feel that I’m good at or that sets me apart are utilized through ink and graphite. I like having my own special arsenal, each utensil for a specific purpose.

Bic makes a pen that has four different colors in one.  It is functional and convenient but it’s a cheesy looking thing made of cheap blue plastic.  The only thing close to it that I could find that looked nice was over 50 bucks so It wasn’t worth it. For years I’ve said if they ever took that silly pen and filled it with more awesomeness I would be obligated to buy it. And then a couple days ago I discovered that they had made it for me. BEHOLD.

Now I might be exaggerating a little when I say it was wind tunnel tested but as small and insignificant as a pen may seem I couldn’t help but get my hands on one. It was a  pen made just for me whether Bic knew it or not and that day I saw one of my dreams come true.

Yes I know how ridiculous that sounds but sentimental value is a strange concept. Why is it your favorite spoon? Because you’ve had it since you were 3 or your best friend gave it to you or because you used it to bury your pet sugar glider named Geraldo. It’s still just a spoon isn’t it? It becomes a symbol to us. It isn’t what something is that makes it special but what it can make us remember and what it can help us create. I'm glad things in this world can have more worth put on them than they deserve for reasons that others might not recognize, but  I'm also a little sad that Geraldo the hypothetical sugar glider is no longer with us. Poor Geraldo.