I do some things out of habit. Never thinking of why or how I do them that way. It makes sense to me.
The other day, RM innocently pointed out that I remove dishes from the cupboard from the bottom of the stack instead of from the top "like a normal person." Without giving it a thought, I replied that I didn't want them to be sad because we used the top dishes more often. I wanted equal use. RM looked at me like I had three heads and then told me that dishes don't have feelings.
Right. I knew that. But I am still using the dishes from the bottom of the stack just in case they DO have feelings. Next time I'll tell him it's because I want equal wear. That sounds more normal, don't you think?
While I was pregnant with THE Princess I craved Skittles. That fruity little candy that comes in about five different colors/flavors. Well, I have developed a "scientific method" of eating Skittles. You have to separate them by color. Then eat them by even numbers only (like 2 or 4). And in backwards rainbow color order. Remember the mnemonic Roy G. Biv? Then throw or give away any odd numbers. I'm not even sure how I came up this. I have several other "scientific methods" for eating certain foods, but I don't want to overwhelm you.
I hang my clothes up by color. Roy G. Biv order, of course. They go in my drawers the same way. I am not sure why I have this obsession with the rainbow colors and their order. It's probably just part of my warped psyche. Or maybe it's Roy G. Biv's fault. He's practicing some sort of mind control.
If I think of the outfit I am going to wear the night before or even before I get dressed and then I don't wear it, I have a really bad day. Seriously. Really bad. I call it the, "I Wore the Wrong Outfit Karma." I can change the underwear, that doesn't seem to have any bearing, according to my own very scientific studies. Although it is my personal feeling that underwear should match each other whenever possible. Bonus points if it matches each other AND the outfit you wear.
What it is that makes me come up with this stuff? OCD? ADHD? Restless leg syndrome? Some other acronym? If they make a pill for it, I probably need it. But until I solve this mystery of the universe, make sure you use those bottom plates. I don't want them feeling neglected.