The Pen vs. Me

Alright, I'll admit that I'm a little OCD about using a G-2 Pilot Ballpoint pen. Ok, I'm very obsessed with the pen and its ability to keep me occupied at its smooth writing. Do I control the pen or does it control me? Well, today I found out for sure it must control me. I got up from my desk pen in hand and closed my dorm door. Returning to my desk, the pen was gone! "Ok, it can't be that hard to find a pen that was just in my hand," I told myself. I went on some sort of manhunt for it, searching through my bed, my desk, and even my friend's dorm room (it's at least 6 rooms down from mine). It didn't turn up anything except my frustration. Alright, so two hours later going to eat I reach for my wallet to swipe my Emory card to eat. BAM! The pen is in my back pocket. And so comes that great feeling of stupidity head on like a train leaving you only with a grim smile, while muttering "stupid, stupid" to yourself.