Sitting in my cubicle at work a comment has blindsided me. How should I take the command from my boss that a pen should be used on my sign in sheet instead of a pencil. The smug look on his pencil hating face appaled me. I knew exactly why he wanted me to use a pen at this point in time instead of a pencil, and normally I would have…submitted….but no, he stood there idle, smirking as he watched me place my pencil down and pick the pen up to sign. It felt so foreign, like a friend who hasn’t changed while you have, the result of which ending in absolute awkwardness. There are obvious differences between pens and pencil’s. Pencils have an archaic feel, a mark leaving action while simultaneously knowing that these marks can be erased. Pens on the contrary have vibrant colour options due to their use of ink, mysteriously as well they always seem to run out at the worst time and without notification, much like my keen wit. I prefer pencils hands down, specifically my right hand. They are rather inexpensive and adaptable to artistic endeavours of drawing or writing due to its erasability. The more I contemplate the duality of pens and pencils I find that I myself have many pencil like characteristics. For instance, most people presuppose their permanance in life. This is the pen dilemma. The paradox is the concern of how I can claim my permanace at all based on my life supply and my surrounding. Both will eventually deplete. The use of a pencil already realizes this and proceed’s correctly knowing that its erasure is always oncoming. The pen however vainly attempts to convince of its permenance due to the ink it leaves, its use not admitting that its surface too will decease under the acidic ink it written. It must me taunting for a pen to notice the capricious nature of the pencil….hence the smirk.
Pencils leave a monochromatic mark. Varying intensities of the same basic colour provide many shades of consistancy. Pens come in many colours and it is socially presupposed that certain colours are preferred over others for different tasks. Don’t beleive me? Try handing in an essay or letter to your superior written wholly in red ink and you will see what I mean. This imposes another judgement call for the use of pen as a false superior over the pencil. It is not enough to merely use a pen but one must use the right pen. I find that a pencil is more forgiving to my nature of being. A pencil, in its use does not presuppose that the surface it is etched on will be permanent for it has itself admitted its own impermanence. A pen, much like my boss has a false sense of entitlement which results in an almost braggart like superiority over pencils. This is a false entitlement which is only promoted by fear and an anxiety in the face of death. I myself am a pencil, darkened or erased at will, and you sir can wipe that smug look off of your face.




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