I open the utensils drawer and find the knife sharpener. It doesn’t belong there. My day is ruined. It takes me days to recover, to make my way out of the deep, dark abyss I’ve been plunged into by one careless act.
You laugh. You scoff. I can hear you. Don’t try to hide it.
I know I’m a wack-a-doodle.
The world is a dangerous place and the only way to feel safe is to have these rules and habits that lull us into a sense security. Order in the small things can lead to order in the greater world.
You mess with these rituals and you risk bringing about the end times.