By AMANI BADRAN, Staff Writer

I was scrolling through my Twitter timeline one day only to see a tweet that read: “The only thing worse than the one who got away is the one who won’t go away.” Let me tell you, I have not seen more accurate words. I will deal with whatever comes with losing one before I even consider dealing with one who will not leave me alone.

If you have never had the pleasure of dealing with a clinger, I feel bad for you, as you probably do not know what it feels like to be suffocated or live in fear of receiving a text. Yes, I have feared receiving a text.  I know what you’re thinking: I’m being dramatic. But oh how I wish I was.

I can barely handle being hit on or approached by a man I’m not interested in and that only lasts one moment. Imagine what it’s like when he gets a hold of you and forgets the definition of personal space. Like hello, yes you, you just completely contaminated my bubble. Thanks.

It’s not always one of those things you catch right away. At first, it could just seem like you’re dealing with a really sweet person. You think they’re just friendly and you put up with them because you don’t want to be rude. However, I personally think it’s rude that you won’t leave me alone.

I’m not sure what gave you the impression that I want to see your name in all of my notifications, including my calls, texts and social networking accounts. Honestly, it’s weird and annoying and by all means a complete turn off. These people, the stage five clingers, make it to where they have you afraid of checking your phone. I had been dealing with this type of person a while ago, and a week into what felt like a slow, painful death, my phone ended up getting ruined. I swear I don’t think I have ever been so happy to be socially absent. I didn’t even try to get it fixed for a week, and if it wasn’t for my job I would have put up with the isolation a bit longer simply to avoid the wrath of the clinger.

I know you think you’re giving me what I want when you text me “goodmorning ” every day, even though I completely dodged that same text the morning before, so clearly I don’t want it. I don’t think it is okay for you to assume that I want to wake up to you every morning. Oh but yes, because a “good morning” text wasn’t enough, you felt as though I needed a “goodnight” text as well. Thank God for that because I would have been up all night too worried about not receiving a text I obviously did not want. No thanks.

The dreaded “good morning” and “goodnight” texts from this person are only the start and end of the horrific conversation that lies in between, lasting throughout your whole day, threatening your sanity and making you question if the beginning of that human interaction was ever worth it since it led you to this point. If only avoiding this was easy; but, I assure you, it is not always. I have tried sending one word responses, no responses at all, and I have even resorted to trying to make myself appear rude and unattractive. Somehow, the point does not get across. They continue to text you, and when you don’t reply, they’ll make an attempt through one of your social networks. Perhaps by replying to all your tweets or messaging you on facebook.

Listen, just because you’re a clinger, doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. I mean, we all have crazy habits we can’t break. Mine is picking at my mascara. Yours just happens to be harassment.