One of my students raised his hand--a student who contradicts me a lot, usually in a tone of disdain--and said, "No, I don't think you're right. What you're saying makes you sound really needy."
I said to him, "You're right. I am needy. I'm very needy. I need food multiple times a day. I need water every day or I'll get very sick. I need the farmers who raise the food I eat. I need the people who make my clothes. And I really, really need other people to care for me and interact with me. I am human: I was born needy and I will be needy until the day I die."
I don't always have the right thing to say at the right time, and usually I drive away from class lamenting all the opportunities I missed, all the ways my brain froze when I should've had something inspiring or witty to say. But with this one, I felt like I got it right. I am needy, and so are we all. I need other people--I need you, my readers--and I full-heartedly admit it. And I want my students to know that it's not only not weird or uncool to be needy, it's actually a beautiful part of being human, to be so profoundly and utterly dependent on each other.