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In which I have many options, none of them viable

So I'm at this point in my life where beginning to date someone would probably be a stupid move on a lot of levels. And I know this. But I think the part of me that generates romantic feelings, my "twitterpater", if you will, gets bored without a subject. However, so as not to compromise my emotional security by thrusting me into a relationship, my twitterpater has fixated itself on completely unobtainable (and sometimes non-existent) guys. Don't believe me? For your viewing pleasure, a list of some of the men I've fallen for in the last week of my life:
Simon from Firefly
The boy I had a mad crush on in 10th grade (or rather, his Facebook persona. I don't think I've actually seen the boy himself since he got back from his mission)
The fellow who used to come to the Cannon Center every day back when I cashiered there (or rather, his blog.)
The Piemaker from Pushing Daisies
A Humanities student who I tutor
Konstantin Levin from Anna Karenina (seriously, I would marry him in a heartbeat if he were real),
A writer for an anonymous Internet forum.
And various and sundry real human beings who are unattainable due to various circumstances.

I am a fan of this. People to daydream about, but with absolutely no commitment or risk? Sounds like a win-win to me! (For now, at least).



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  1. I think that's definitely something that's healthy, having crushes, ideas, fantasies and the like. But at the same time, too much escapism is dangerous.

    Reality is the only place you can find real happiness. Just remember that.

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  2. So.... I have been exactly like this too (it comes and goes) thing is, I'm usually not so content with it. In high school it was fun but... now... it's just frustrating.

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