Staggering Perfection

It was perfect. I had defeated the urge to be normal, taken the doors off a cabinet, and found a way to fit more storage containers on every shelf. The containers fit snugly together, the edges of their lids barely kissing. The stacks of identical standardized containers were very pretty and neat. I felt organized and smart.

The storage containers stacked neatly onto the shelves with their lids just barely touching. It was pretty and perfect.

Then I tried taking one of the containers off a shelf, just one, and all the beautiful oragnization collapsed into a mess of random boxes.

unSCREW the Rules

As a rebel and freethinker, I fearlessly mod, hack and repurpose everything that comes within easy reach. So, when I found myself hesitating to simply remove one unneeded part from a donated piece of furniture, I had to ask myself why. It gave me some insight, not very deep but still an insight, into how the minds of normal people work and how that discomfort can control their ability to mod, hack and repurpose disposable commercial items.