Someone asked on the Fountain Pen Geeks forum for “Fountain Pen Confessions.” Genius! Here are a few confessions, all true, and some a little embarrassing, as confessions should be.
1. I don’t really use the inks that are popular.
Super-saturated, super-dark inks are all the rage. Maybe add “super bright.” I have to confess I’m out of step there. Those types of inks haven’t been good for some of my nice pens. Moreover, I find them uninteresting. Give me shading, give me variation, give me something that invites and rewards close attention.
Yes, you probably will stop reading here.
2. I don’t care about cursive.
I haven’t used it since high school. With relief. Printing does the job just fine. The smart parents I knew were a little put out that our kids were taught cursive that instead of keyboarding, which most of us use daily.
You definitely will stop reading now. Which is good, because …
3. I think fountain pens (which I love) are just things.
“Do I contradict myself? / Very well, then I contradict myself, / (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
I really like fountain pens, and I spend a lot of time using them and talking about them. Even writing about them here. But there can be a degree of fetishism about fountain pens and ink that turns me off, not to mention cupidity and its sibling greed.
This is just stuff. I love some of my stuff. I keep finding new stuff that I love, too. And I would throw it all overboard, in a second, for any person I know.
And I don’t think those are contradictions.
Sigh. Sometimes I think we should all just read poetry instead.
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