I have sharp edgesI try to be nice. I make sure I smile. I use kinder, gentler ways of talking. But this is because I know, I know, that I have sharp edges. I don't automatically like people. I don't automatically see other people. Sometimes I am irritated and annoyed by other people. I don't immediately warm to people, and you have to earn your way in, or catch me in an unlike, me moment. I am better as I age, but still, underneath, or even on the surface, I am sharp