Randall Goodgame, songwriter extraordinaire and worship leader at my church, wrote this on his blog yesterday:
On Being Needy
You can call me nasty, or hateful, or dorky, or slick, or lame, or irresponsible, or a show off, or stuck up, or a coward, or a fake, or a drunk, or a druggy, or a philanderer, or any other horrible thing you can think of, but please, just don’t call me needy.
Whoa, that guy is needy, STAY AWAY.
The more I thought about this recently, the more profound it became. There is almost nothing as repulsive to our human spirit as someone that is obviously needy. A girl dates a guy and likes him until she gets a needy vibe, then she’s gone like the chocolate covered doughnuts in an assorted dozen. And if a girl seems needy, the guy is beating Carl Lewis to the door. We hate needy. I hate needy! What’s up with that?
Could it be that we are all so good at hiding our own neediness that when we see it right out in front of us it is too repulsive, like walking in on someone taking a dump? You can’t get away fast enough!
Read the rest of his post here.