I love the smell of Sharpies. It's that smell that something new has, only it doesn't go away as the product gets older. Its clean, chemmie smell wafts up from its felt tip whether it's just out of the package or you've been using it all day on a house-full of moving boxes. It's probably not good for my brain cells to sniff it, so I try to avoid forcefully drawing the scent into my nostrils, but it makes for a very nice ambient smell when I'm scribbling away on porous and non-porous surfaces alike.
I love the sound Sharpies make when you're writing. Most people probably hate this part-squeak, part-scratch sound, but I find it to be unique among sounds, and, like the smell, really contributes to the ambiance while you're using the Sharpie.
Sharpies come in all kinds of colors. Sharpies come in all different thicknesses. There are mini-Sharpies. There are Sharpies that have a clicker on their butts like a regular old ball-point pen. But click it open, and it's a SHARPIE! How cool is that?!
Sharpies are permanent. Sharpies are most often used when you're doing something organizational, like packing or redoing your closets or something. They connote productivity. An orderly life. A life with purpose--purpose that can't be washed away with soap and water. A non-bleeding, non-fading purpose. That smells of chemicals and makes a screechy sound. That's the kind of purpose we should all aspire to.
I want to be a Sharpie when I grow up.
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