Edges

An edge is the idiosyncrasy in every person that puts someone particularly on the brink of losing self-control. Edges seem to do everything they can to piss you off. They get underneath your skin and start clawing at your insides. You don’t know why. Perhaps you don’t even know what it is about that particular Edge that seems to get your blood to boil. But you know there is trouble. You sense it on the horizon. You see this Edge standing in your way of a good time, keeping you away from peace of mind, day in and day out. Before one can properly identify an Edge, one must ask themself the simple question, “Is she an Edge or is she just an asshole?” If the person in question is outwardly hostile, they are not an Edge. They are an asshole. Assholes are intentionally hostile. Edges do not show hostility! It is the mannerisms of the Edge that infuriate and not the poor result of one single action. The cuts Edges make build until the bandages you wear to conceal your wounds slowly begin to show blood. It is at this point when you must decide: do I let this wound heal or try another band-aid?