One day when I was tidying up my home, I lost the fountain pen that I had been using for 6 years. Panic-stricken, I exclaimed to myself: "My God, what a catastrophe! I'll never manage to draw without that fountain pen that I've used for so many years! It's impossible to work! That fountain pen has always accompanied me through good times and bad times! What will I become?!" By dint of search, I ended up finding a new fountain pen. Today, I thought to myself: "A new fountain pen isn't so bad..." I'm such an irresponsible guy, aren't I?