I’ve always wanted to fling a pen across the room. I’ve never done it, but I’ve always wanted to give it a try. As a child it looked tempting, however the potential ramifications looked a bit too serious to allow me to go for it. You see my father hated painting. What if, when I flung the pen, I made a mark on the wall? There would be heck to pay.
My father would have to paint at least the entire room, which would then get my mother started on how all the other rooms should be painted too because why only do one room. I couldn’t handle all the responsibility just from flinging one pen, one time.
There were countless times I wanted to fling a pen across the room in university. But I wasn’t in my own house and did not want to deal with any landlord issues. Plus, there tended to be mountains of papers everywhere and it is just possible the pen could get lost in a mountain of paper. I’d trigger an avalanche of those papers and books while searching for my pen. Not a good idea. Not when I knew where exactly in my piles things were located. One should never tempt that kind of organization with the chance of a disaster all for a moment of silliness.
So, you’d think now that I’m past the stage of paper and book mountains that may be now I’d fling a pen. After all I own my own place so no landlord issues and if I don’t want to paint, so be it. Except I can still feel the guilt as if I were a young child in my parents’ house. And so, I don’t.
But today my doctor flung his pen across the room and I lived it vicariously. I watched it bounce off the wall, fall briefly to a chair and then roll back off the chair and under a shelf. The pen left a horrible mark and a scratch in the wall. Paint may fix the mark, but the scratch needs more than paint. And someone is going to have to unload a hundred pounds of books to be able to move the shelf just to retrieve one pen.
My doctor told me that for a brief moment it was kind of relaxing to fling his pen, but it was very short-lived. Now he was angry that he couldn’t just retrieve his pen and the mark would taunt him, just as the lab results he had been reading with me taunted him to throw the pen in the first place.