You see, the only stapler immediately available was my stapler. My special one. Not that getting it was a huge deal, but it does represent a period in my life. It's a French kid's stapler, for schoolwork. I think I got it on my second stay there. It's not even full size - or full width - and will only work with the special copper staples that came with it.
I think about half of the original box of 1000 is left. When they're gone, it will stop being a stapler with cool copper staples, and become a piece of lifeless bric-a-brac, most likely to be thrown away.
So I avoid using it. I've obviously done pretty well on that front - it's older than a number of my friends.
But the thing is, and this is the mistake I keep making over and over: It's just as useless when you avoid using it, as it is when it's used up.
This is true about pretty much anything of a similar nature, whether it's sentimental items, special dinnerware, or virginity. One has to remember to go out there and live.