#cingulomania

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On Cingulomania

Cingulomania: (n:) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms. Papa & Leon Some of you may have seen this picture yesterday when our daughter Elissa posted it on FB and tagged me. My apologies for the duplication. I was originally going to title this post “Contentment” but then discovered a new vocabulary word this morning. We are fortuante that 3 of our 5 grandchildren live just under an hour…

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❣ ꒒ꂦꋪꀸ ꂦŦ Ƭꃅꍟ ꋪꀤꈤꁅꌗ❣

[the-bisexual-bitch]

So, we all know what cingulomania means, but we don't have a word that means "an intense desire to be held," (that I can find) so I'm petitioning the author's/word people's jury for a new word-

Tenendomania

(Ten•en•dow•may•nee•uh)

Alternatively, (though less fun to say) tenomania

Meaning - an intense desire to be held

Tenend- from the latin word "tenendum", meaning "to be held"

-o- for the fun of it,

and -mania meaning "madness" "obsession" or "frenzy" from the word "μανία" or "manía" in Greek

So uh...

How do we feel about this?

Also... the tag #Tenendomania ?

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Rare Word Of The Day (RWOTD)

Cingulomania

sing-gyoo-loh-may-nee-uh

(n.) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

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Cingulomania - Jared Kleinman x Reader

Jared Kleinman x Reader

Cingulomania: A strong desire to hold someone in your arms

(I may make this into a small series if you guys want more)

Warnings: None (Just Jared pining like a loser)

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

When Jared first saw you, he didn’t know how to react. He was just minding his own business whilst talking to Evan but you caught his eyes and he was distracted by your smile. Soft, subtle and sweet. It was head turning yet everyone else hadn’t seemed to notice your presence, other than Alana who was giving you a guide of the school, which urged him to talk to you as he knew you would need friends. He watched as you were dragged about the crowded hallway, growing annoyed as people carelessly knocked into you, watching you get submerged into a sea of faces and just becoming a part of the crowd.

After that day Jared coincidentally found himself around you a lot, passing by you in the hallway and cafeteria, but he just admired from a far. There were occasions where you would make eye contact and he couldn’t stop his heart from dancing. When he told Evan about you, the other couldn’t help but smile at how hopeless Jared was. Evan found it amusing that ‘The Jared Kleinman’ couldn’t talk to you since he always talked such a big game, but he kept that to himself.

A week passed, and Jared just fell deeper and deeper into a pit of passion for you. And he knew it wasn’t him just being a horny teenager. No, he wanted so much more, but couldn’t get that across smoothly. His mind spiralled out of control when you sat next to him in history because now he had to talk to you or at least try to. It was an awkward “Hi, how are you?” and an exchanging of names, but at least it was a start. Jared couldn’t focus on the teacher as his brain was full of thoughts of you and it pained him, in a good way, he just didn’t know how to deal with these kinds of emotions. Yet he managed to beat the thoughts down just like he has done before. During the lesson, he picked up on some small habits of yours like: how you constantly fiddle with your pen, doodle on the edges of the paper and play with the hem of your sleeves. It was cute. Jared was surprised you couldn’t hear his heart piercing through the deathly silence of the classroom, but he guessed it was a good thing you didn’t. But something changed one day, he felt like he could explode and couldn’t shy away from you anymore. Then that day when he was walking to the cafeteria whilst rehearsing how you invite you to sit with him and Evan he saw you in the hallway by your locker. But you weren’t smiling like Jared loved. Your face had a soft shine as the light reflected upon it, revealing tear trails down your cheeks. His heart floored. Plucking up some courage Jared walked over. “Hey, are you okay?” Jared questioned, although it was clear the answer was no. You stared at him in shock not knowing how to answer, you couldn’t burden him with your problems. He waited for a reply, but still nothing. “Maybe you should go home or at least go to the bathroom or something.” Jared stammered trying to offer some form of comfort which wasn’t easy in these circumstances. Yet, as you sniffled you shot him a small smile as a thank you before walking away. And he wanted nothing more than to grab your wrist and pull you into his chest and soothe you. But he didn’t, he pushed his desires back, he let you walk away.

Would you like more? Perhaps a mini series of this please let me know!

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

[angst-suggestions]

“Cingulomania.”

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