It’s an odd feeling when I realize that I dislike a word. And it feels even weirder when it’s a brief, 4-letter, almost non-descript article within our daily vernacular. But extreme distaste is what I feel whenever the word “need” enters a sentence…It’s bothered me for awhile now, and I’ve only recently discovered this.
I’ll never forget the first moment ‘need‘ truly bugged me. I was standing next to Drew listening to a friend when it happened. Our friend was discussing a lack of job opportunities locally with Drew. Then, with an awkward sort of snicker, he joked, “Now, there may not be many jobs available, but if you need money, I can tell you what to do.”
Brightening a little, Drew asked what it was.
“What you do is, you get your wife pregnant, and then you get to deduct the kids from your taxes…”
I wish I could tell you that was the last time someone suggested this to us…
I want kids someday. But not because I got a magical tax break which should never be my source of bill paying income or the grocery budget.
One day, our phone was shut off. We could no longer afford it. “You need a phone…” our families and friends complained. When we eventually got another, we were reminded just how rarely they call. When we call others just to chat, the discussion turns sour topics; we’re often rebuffed, lectured, and generally made to feel insignificant. I love having a phone… but so few use it as a phone to talk anymore — do we even understand how conversation works?
Then our truck was repossessed. My friends argued that we needed a vehicle. “How will Drew get to work?” they worried. They seemed to have forgotten my husband has two strong legs with which to walk. And that he legitimately enjoys use of them, but only with an end goal in sight. I’d prefer to have a vehicle. But I’m ecstatic not to have to pay for gas or the insurance bill each month.
Useful things are everywhere. But not for everyone. See, I wish that I could tell you that you don’t actually need all the things you say that I do. Instead, I wish you could see the glaring importance of all we’ve so painfully lost.
With so much love, LaLa.