Symbiosis
Needy little beasties, that's what we are. He expresses it in the form of eloquent speeches on the subject of "One of the reasons I love you so much is because you love me so much," and although that might sound like a sideways compliment about a somewhat suspiciously conditional love, the fact that he thinks my affection for him is one of my greatest attributes is actually one of the reasons I love him back as much as I do. Because whereas he is needy, I am NEEEEEEDY. But luckily both of us thrive on being needed by the other.
When we're at home, I often follow him around the apartment and demand he pay attention to me (there is singing, dancing, flashing, and various lewd behavior involved). When we're out shopping, we only tackle different aisles when we can maintain contact through our cell phones. One time when we were out biking, we even hooked headsets to our phones so we could ride and talk at the same time without having to yell. It's a wonder we don't keep a walkie-talkie on the toilet tank.
I am writing this entry on Simon's laptop, which I stole from him--while he was using it--because, ostensibly, mine was at the other apartment and I absolutely had to check the Wednesday Advice Smackdown RIGHT THAT SECOND. Now, I say "ostensibly" in that last sentence because I didn't really need to see the WAS right then but I just wanted to divert his attention away from his own online life and onto me, and stealing his computer was the best way I could think of to accomplish that. Normally, I would have just made him sit next to me so I could read over his shoulder and comment on everything, but it happens that I was perched on the one square inch of the kitchen couch that wasn't carpeted with Stan hair (I would take a picture but it's seriously gross), leaving no room for Simon, and so short of sitting on his lap in the chair while he browsed through his bookmarks, my only option was to commandeer the computer so he would be focused on me. Because I'm two years old and a pain in the neck.
But alas, he has not stayed put to watch me surf the web as I thought he would. Shocker!* Nay, he has gone into the other room, where he is now playing with himself (ha!) via looped guitar licks on his four-track recorder. (If I could find the video camera, I'd show you how cool it sounds.)
So that brings us to now, which, if you will refer to your handy fold-out "agirlandaboy Time Continuum," means I'm about thirty seconds away from powering this baby down and inserting myself between the boy and his Gibson because I NEED ATTENTION lookatmelookatmelookatme!
Two nights ago we were in my tiny tiny bathroom and I had thrown my arms around his neck, cornered him against the shower door, and refused to let him escape my loving clutches even though he was trying desperately to get to the commode. He threatened to pee in the nearby sink unless I cleared a path posthaste, but I was in rare form that night, and he ended up slinging me around his neck--in a manner not unlike Eve's bib-to-cape conversion--and dragging me across the bathroom floor.
Mothers who complain about not being able to pee or eat or shower without a little munchkin clinging to their legs? Simon feels your pain. And his munchkin is five-foot-eight and has figured out how to work the childproof doorknobs. Send reinforcements.
*Certainly not.
I'm sure everyone's parents would be shocked (not that shocked) to see that link, certainly not.
You and Simon = me and Stuart. Seriously, now that I'm working from home, he gets home and I dance around him like a monkey on methamphetamines, insisting he dance and play with me even though he's exhausted and dying of heat stroke.
So. Clingy. Luckily, I married someone equally clingy. Stuart knows I hate it when he hugs me when I'm cooking at a hot stove and he DOES IT ANYWAY. EVEN WHEN I WIGGLE AWAY. Loves.
Ah, people ... people who need people ... are the luckiest people! Sing it with me!
When symbiosis is a synoynm for love, the world is a better place. Hang out, hang on, don't let go. Don't believe anyone who tells you it doesn't stay amazing. It does, you just have to be interested in realizing it.
I spend 24/7 with Matthew, since we both work from home...and we're both totally OK with that. I miss him when he goes anywhere, and vice versa.
:)
I was like that.
Before I had kids.
Now I'm like, get off of me. I'M KIDDING. I'm kidding, Leah. Really. Har.
i love that kind of clingyness. just my style. whenever i'm in a relationship, that's what i'm like, because i'm never with a girl unless i'm That into her and she's That into me.
on the other hand, invariably one of us always ends up being not that into the other. still waiting for the one to whom i can and will cling forever.