Lately I noticed the word "need" floating around the castle lately. It's a weird word to notice, since it's usually pretty mundane. However, with the right context, it conveys an urgency that no other word can substitute itself properly. For example,. "I'm going to the emergency room," makes you seem like a wuss that can't stand a little blood. "I need to go to the emergency room," lets everyone know that your liver just fell out one of your orifices.
In my case, the word mostly comes from the three-year-old child who never wants anything, but needs everything. For a snack, she needs cheddar bunnies. She needs to watch the same Phineas and Ferb episode over and over and over and over. Tonight she needed me to hang myself backwards off the bed so she could slide down me like she was on the playground.
Every single need ends up life or death with her. Suggest that she not slide down onto my neck just because she needs to "practice her sliding," and it's a ten decibel scream. With her reaction, you would think that I just told her that Santa Claus actually hates her or Mickey Mouse had only 10 weeks to live. Abraham Maslow developeda hierarchy of needs, and unless my psychology professor lied to me, "pouncing on the dog" wasn't on the list. According to the Princess, though, it is right between breathing and shelter.
I've been told that the child will eventually outgrow these irrational needs. However, now I'm attune to the word "need" and I see irrational needs all around me. I did an informal, unscientific assessment of what people need me to do last week, and I have to say, the hope of developing a more sophisticated set of needs doesn't look promising.
Here's just a few things people needed me to do:
I guess we all live with unreasonable needs. I know every once and a while I need a drink or a new set of titanium golf clubs (*hint, hint*). Some of us need a day out or a romantic night in. Almost every day someone tells me that they need a vacation. Even the Joker in Tim Burton's Batman exclaimed that "This town needs an enema."
And right now, I need to end this post so I can get some sleep. So I will.
Jack Grubb writes an incredible blog, Losing the Internets, which is read by at least 37 people and over 2,100 Russian SPAM bots. In his spare time he helps small companies find their marketing voice. Jack currently lives deliberately in Appalachia, Kentucky with his wife, two daughters, Jack Russell and a Lego collection beyond compare.