Like Double-sided Tape and Super Glue

I am clingy.

I can now imagine faces cringing, crowds running away helter-skelter like they do in Ultraman movies when hideous plasticin-made monsters roar their terrifying roar.

But I am (clingy), as much I'd hate to admit it as it is a typical trait of being a woman. And God forbid that I am a typical woman. We are after all striving to be oh-so-individualistic.

Clingy is being possessive; from the YouMustReportToMeEveryHour type to the IfYouBreakUpWithMeIWillKillMyself type.

Clingy is needing someone so badly that during his or her absence, you feel like you've been abandoned. And when the person returns, there are rainbows over green meadows and butterflies again.

Clingy is bad. Or has always been portrayed as being so.

Like all the things I do, I justify it to myself. There MUST be rationale behind the things we do.

(Exclusion clause: Rationale does not cover areas of purchases, e.g. shoes, pretty things, excessive consumption of sweet stuff...)

I cling because I have no life (for lack of a better reason at the moment).

I cling to GoodFriends, MoreThanFriends dan kawasan-kawasan yang sewaktu dengannya (those in the same area) because it is hard to find people you like very very much.

But we musn't cling, must we?

Clinging shows that we are dependant, that we are desperately holding on to someone or something that is not ours to have.

Clinging shows that we are weak, that we can't Standalone and are in constant need of a Network.

Clinging is a need.

Like how fish need water, and how beauty pageant contestants need world peace.

Needing isn't bad. It is how you act upon that need that is.

Needing shows that we are all frail. I AM frail.

Very much so actually because I am needing a hug right now.
(Except that I pretend that I don't because it's not cool to need things like that)

. . .

I'm gonna go get my teddy now.

And in a faraway place where music comforts,
Guns N' Roses sings,
"...everybody needs somebody, sometimes."