Her Two Edges
…and the tireless voice of her inner Observer
She starts cleaning the house with the nervousness of a drug-addict in detoxification.
— There is frantic behavior here —
She rubs the bathtub like it hasn’t been cleaned for months, though she did the same thing the previous day. And the day before that.
— There is a behavioral pattern here —
Her chest is ready to explode as she recalls the dialogue she had with her lover earlier in which she didn’t stand up for herself.
— There is upheaval —
The phone rings. She answers. She automatically responds
“I’m great. What’s up with you?” to that annoying “how are you?”.
— There is a contradiction here —
She wants to say “I’m in the middle of something here. Can we talk later?”,
but she compresses it. She bites her nails until they bleed, and her feet are going up and down like crazy.
— There is fidgeting here —
She says “yes” for the third time this month to her friend for a favor that will make her change her entire schedule to be done, thinking “that’s what fucking good people do, and I’m a good person”.
— There is an attachment to a belief…
