Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I Am Getting Old - Part Five

I know that I am getting old because I am. Seriously, this post does not have anything to do with getting older. It is just something I thought I would write about as I searched through the multitude of writing pens and pads on my desk. You see, I am addicted to them and all kinds of office supplies. This addiction began when I was much younger and to this day, I have been unable to resist the temptation to buy more. I could open a warehouse and sell office supplies; I have so many around me. From where I sit, I can see pens, pencils, Liquid Paper (a must have), tablets for writing (narrow rule of course), index cards (two different kinds), a pencil sharpener (just in case), 3M Post It Notes Cube and Flags, rulers, scissors, journals, paper clips, highlighters, Sharpies. Making this list made me realize that the only thing I do not have is a stapler. Who knows I may buy one today.

When I go shopping, regardless of the type of store I am in, the first place I head to is the office supply aisle. I am like a kid in a candy store. My eyes glaze over and I can hardly breathe. There are new pens on display today. I am choosy about the pens I buy. They have to have an extra fine point and black ink. I have no idea why I do not like blue ink, I just don’t. The barrel cannot be too small for me to hold in my hand nor too big. It has to be just right. In the past when I have found the perfect pen, I would only buy one. When it ran out of ink and I went back to buy another one, it was no longer in stock. I solved that issue by purchasing a pack of three or four pens. I have even gone so far as to keep the packaging so I could contact the manufacturer to get more of them. However, even I am fickle because there is always a newer pen on the market for me to buy. If I stop and think about it, I only need one pen to write with at a time.

Writing pads, tablets or whatever you call them, are another fetish of mine. They too have to be just perfect. They must be college ruled (narrow lines) and the pages have to be perforated so they do not leave a jagged edge when removed. I found one that actually has two little notepads at the top of the binding. One is for things to do and the other for calls to make. For joy, this one is my favorite.

After writing this post, I concluded that it is time for me to seek help for this addiction. I will be looking for a rehabilitation center as soon as I complete this. My only hope is that they can cure me, and think of all the money I can save.

Please know that I am not making fun of addictions, only of myself. Addictions are serious problems for people and difficult to overcome. I know because I am addicted to cigarettes.

1 comment:

RUTH said...

I could spend hours in Stationery shops; all the different papers and pens and gadgets. I'm addicted to cigarettes too! Is there hope for us?