You would think it did, wouldn't you? But, sometimes not so much apparently.

So, you see, I’m a pencil. And, and, I have a problem.

Sadly, I have, well, I have lost my point.

That is a huge deal for a pencil, let me tell you.

I mean, what’s the point of going on? It’s not like I can write anymore.

A sharpener you say? Sure, I suppose that might be an option, but sharpening is both risky and costly. I don’t know if I can afford it, or if the result would be satisfactory. Most certainly, there would be less to me after something like that. I don’t know if I can handle a future as a mere nub.

So, what options do I have? Find a gig exclusively as an eraser? Not much chance of that.

No, I just don’t know. I mean, um…

What was I talking about. I, uh, seem to have lost my point entirely.

Oh yeah, that’s just it, isn’t it? I’ve lost my point.

And then I lost my point.

Even as a pointless pencil, I can see the humor in it all.