So the avatar of this semesters' lust is, naturally, dating a ghost from my old program. Just another reminder of how I should have not quit out of school when I did. Should have not taken a year off, running from both the pressures of producing art in an academic setting and the social shunning I'd become subject to. For a year, I'd take the long way around when going places, so I didn't have to confront-by-proximity my shame. That is not to say that this is a regret of mine. I learned a lot the year I took off, but I left a lot of baggage in my old major. Even the friendliest ghosts from that era still leave me with a chill, and the one who is dating the pretty one is far from Casper.

Of course, confronting the fact that I won't be able to pin my affections on this one made me realize that my feelings had very little to do with the man himself. He was the most pleasing to the senses that I encounter on a regular basis, but I've never spoken to him. He could be anyone, but baser impulses like these are more easily worked out when they have a focus.

That being said, I endeavor not to pin it all on proximity men any longer. Or anyone.