Fisher Space Pens

Man, Fisher Space Pens. Those things are the coolest. Problem is, I can't seem to hold onto them anymore.

Taking a cue from Merlin Mann, of 43folders.com and other cool places on the Internet, I picked up a Space Pen back in September and it served me well from then on. I picked out the "bullet" model pictured here, with the matte back finish. I've never been one to use a pen that cost more than about two bucks, but this twenty-dollar beauty quickly became a favorite of mine and shifted my attitude toward pens. Previously, pens were disposable and interchangeable, and losing one was no big deal, because another one could easily replace it. But this quickly became the only pen I used, and as a result it was precious. It never left my pocket and I was astounded at how easily I managed to not lose it.

Until.

Just last week my pen disappeared and it was probably left at the college's library. It was late at night and the library was nearly empty, so when I got back to my room and noticed it was missing, I figured I could just run back and claim it. But not so. It was not where it should have been. I have a habit of leaving it resting above the number row of a keyboard when I'm sitting at the computer, and that was where I assumed that I had left it, but it wasn't there and a quick look around produced no better results. The pen was lost.

This morning I acquired a replacement from Staples. My father, who gave me a ride there, was kind enough to pay for the pen. I figured that this time, with this pen, things would be different. Well, I was right. Things were different, but not in the way that I expected. This pen didn't even last a day. I lost it in the same library in the exact same way, not even four hours after getting it. It wasn't until an hour and a half after leaving the library that I realized that the pen was missing and once again I had probably left it resting on the keyboard.

I'm not sure whether I'm even going to bother trying again. I can't keep getting these twenty pens only to lose them. It's less like losing a pen and more like losing a limb. I don't know if I can take the heartbreak again. But I guess I have to hope next time will be better. This was a fluke, because this isn't what I'm like. I used to do stupid things like this when I was a kid but I haven't done anything like this in years, I guess a part of me is just afraid that I'm becoming like that again.

Anyhow, I should probably buy two next time.