Cynicism and mistrust (in general) expand with age; and "aging" mentally, I think, kind of begins around 30 for most people. It takes a certain combination of gonads and strife and joy and rage and love and hate to get to a point of emotional and mental maturity (not to say that being poly is emotionally immature, but having no idea what you want or don't want kind of is) and, for most, I think that by 30 we've had all these experiences by then.
I think it mirrors politics: how many bleeding heart liberals get old- or turn 30 and buy a house and an SUV and have a fat pile of children- and begin violently swinging to the right? I've seen it happen many times.
I also know that, for myself, being poly is (or was) stressful. It's having two- or however many- boyfriends. The good and the bad both multiply. It's like okay, twice the love, twice the sex, twice the snuggles and attention. It's also twice the hangups, the baggage, the working-out-of-things-between-me-and-him-and-him-and, and well you get the picture. When it works, it's like being awake for the first time ever. Living and breathing love. And when it breaks- as does everything in our entropic universe- it breaks double (or triple, etc) and leaves one with that many more pieces to sweep up. Imagine your last three breakups - now imagine having them all happen today. It doesn't help one's motivation to get back on the ride.
If you can do it, and stick to it, bully for you. I remember being so happy it was like Pizzicato Five had exploded all over me.
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Date: 2011-09-26 10:39 pm (UTC)I think it mirrors politics: how many bleeding heart liberals get old- or turn 30 and buy a house and an SUV and have a fat pile of children- and begin violently swinging to the right? I've seen it happen many times.
I also know that, for myself, being poly is (or was) stressful. It's having two- or however many- boyfriends. The good and the bad both multiply. It's like okay, twice the love, twice the sex, twice the snuggles and attention. It's also twice the hangups, the baggage, the working-out-of-things-between-me-and-him-and-him-and, and well you get the picture. When it works, it's like being awake for the first time ever. Living and breathing love. And when it breaks- as does everything in our entropic universe- it breaks double (or triple, etc) and leaves one with that many more pieces to sweep up. Imagine your last three breakups - now imagine having them all happen today. It doesn't help one's motivation to get back on the ride.
If you can do it, and stick to it, bully for you. I remember being so happy it was like Pizzicato Five had exploded all over me.