Monday, September 18, 2006
Penning My Thoughts on a Pen
Worldly possession kills.
It kills friendship and I was monumentally ashamed of myself.
I just bought a pen, wet blue ink, with 0.5m point for under RM5.00. It is a good pen, and being new, I carried it around with me all the time.
Then there was this meeting yesterday and a friend snatched it away. I was puzzled, then mad. The meeting was at her place, she could have brought her pen. Couldn’t she brought one herself? I was then left with a pen which ink almost finishing. And it was black! I can’t be writing in Black, I am a BLUE girl!!
That went for twenty minutes.
Then I took a look at her across the table and remember the blue, tip point Faber Castell pen she has. She has like a full box of it, she bought them herself I think, I didn’t even ask. I remember how happily she was giving it away whenever people commented how nice it is to write with it. I had two. I saw other girls with the pen, too, which surely came from her.
Then it hit me right there!
How could I be so calculative towards her borrowing my pen? I had another to write on.
How could I behave that way with a person whose heart is so generous?
I was so ashamed of myself I could just kick myself out from the room.
Then I quietly took a cup of coffee for her. A silent apology.
A friendship was almost broken. Over a pen. But a Faber Castell kicked in, and a friendship was saved.
(eee rasa bodoh)
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