Originally posted on
http://www.polyfamilies.com/misanthrope20040619.html
NRE is a term that was invented, I believe, by someone in the San Francisco Bay area polyamory community to describe that “newly in love” feeling in a way that did not imply “one true love”. NRE stands for New Relationship Energy. You know the feeling — you’re light as a feather, walking on air… You know, just completely twitterpated.
It’s a fun feeling, isn’t it? Heaven knows I like it — being in the throes of it and all as I write this.
However, among responsible polys, you’ll often hear things like, “I’m in love….” <big sigh> “*Dammit!* ” Or “Yeah, I’m twitterpated, dammit!” or “Yeah, it’s NRE, dammit!” A good friend of mine and I have sent each other into hysterical laughter with this exact expression.
Why the “dammit!”? I mean, c’mon, being poly means you’re free to fall in love, experience all that the world has to offer, share your soul with the most wonderful people, right?
Well, yeah, it does, you can, and it’s often great. I mean, really wonderful. But, there’s a problem involved in that. You see, if you’re poly and in the throes of twitterpation, there’s a fair chance you’ve already got an old relationship that needs maintenance. That means, nope, nope, nope, you really cannot focus all that much on the new relationship because you’ve got a commitment to the old one.
For me, it feels rather like I have two brains. There’s the core me, the brain that loves her family, wants to be a good parent, wants to maintain all her relationships, fulfill her commitments, and all that. That’s at my soul and heart level of my desires.
Then there’s my “ferret brain”. This is the part that is caught up in the wonderful new poingy shininess of the new relationship. (This is not meant to trivialize the deep love one can feel in the new relationship, but my word can the intensity of emotion be a bit much!). The ferret brain will breathe a scent and think of a new love. The ferret brain has a hard time balancing the checkbook. The ferret brain will explain to you why it’s okay to sleep less than five hours a night just so you can spend lots of time with new loves.
I am here, in the throes of ferret shock to tell you that no, the poingy shininess of the new relationship is no damned excuse to be an asshole.
I’m not saying not to enjoy the new relationship. I mean, for goodness sake, why bother with poly if you’re not going to enjoy it? I’m saying, force yourself to have a sense of proportion about it. It’s a serious balancing act.
Now I don’t know what contortions other people go through about this but let Mama Java give you a lil peek into her world at the present time. *
I live in a quad. That’s three spice. I have two children. I have a full time job. I attend martial arts classes at least twice a week. I have a new boyfriend over whom I am twitterpated to the point of insanity. My wife is graduating from college, my son is turning nine, and I am working on getting together a Con for the PolyFamilies mailing list.
Can you say busy?
Remember where my brain is. New boyfriend — snuggly, delightful conversationalist, sexy as all hell, just love love love to spend time with him and look into his eyes and whisper naughty comments in his ear and be alone with him and…
<ahem> Sorry, I’m supposed to be writing an article now, aren’t I?
You need coping mechanisms for this.
This is what I do. Not sayin’ you have to handle things in the same way, but this is working for me — so far:
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