Sometimes, in my pen socialization, I worry that I’m too poor for this hobby. I’m sitting there holding a pen in my hands and I think, “Here lies an entire month’s rent.” A passing concern flits through my mind—what if my pens are too cheap? I’ll be looked down upon as some plebeian poser, unfit to hobnob with people whose pens look like they belong in a castle.
Well, for anyone else that has ever felt the same, I say: don’t think that way! The thing I love about pens is that they are truly for everyone. People with whom you have nothing else in common can be brought together over pens. Even your enemies, whose opinions you find almost vomitously odious, use pens—and that’s ok! That’s great! The pen stands as a point of shared humanity. As long as your language has a written form, you can use a pen. And if it doesn’t have a written form, you can draw. Pens are all inclusive; it doesn’t matter if it cost three dollars or three times my salary, when at the end of the day both pens write.
Shout out to my favorite cheapie pen of all time: