Sometimes, I’m tired of how complicated polyamory is. I get tired of talking about it, thinking about it, reading about it.
I understand this is ironic, considering that I’ve spent the last few years, talking about poly, thinking about poly, and writing about poly for goodness sake.
I don’t wanna have to think so much about scheduling, and jealousy, and societal norms.
Actually, I think I’m just in a cycle right now, where things are piling up on me, and I long for something, anything, to be easy. Rote, if you will. I think I miss that security.
I think I miss the mind numbing knowledge of exactly how I was “supposed” to act when I was a young, married,monogamous, religious, housewife. I wouldn’t change anything. But yeah. I think I miss not having to think so much.
Maybe I should take a nap.