Routines.

We humans have the ability to turn everything into a routine.. so much so, that even love (the answer to anything, everything, The Universe, despite others saying it's 42) has to adapt to it.
Everyone has their little routines, one of mine, which I find funny, is whenever using a fresh towel for my body, I dry my face with the left corner, so the tag of the towel is to my right, and on the lower side. Scary, isn't it? I don't consider myself compulsive, or maniac, in fact, routines bore me as soon as I'm aware of them, but that's just something I do.

Why is it that we need that? Is it for safety? Or is it cause we just don't realize these things? What are we thinking about when we're putting things or using things just the way we like them to be? In fact... Do you even notice these little quirky routines? Why do we submit ourselves to them? And if you involve other person in that equation... oy vey.

Take my aunt, she doesn't go out much, she has to take care of my grandpa, 5 dogs, some birds and my cousin (her niece). Imagine the weight of all those routines in her life: getting my grandpa breakfast, waiting for my uncle to drop my little cousin off, trying to teach her some routines, cause she's two, so she has none; feed the dogs, feed the birds, bake cakes (she does that for a living) give my grandpa his pills, put little cousin to sleep... Scary, isn't it? And she does it all. She's stuck in those routines, so, sometimes, even if you want to go out with her... how can you? She'd have to leave you lists.

Safety is the answer that pops into my mind when I wonder about routines, we need to be assured that no matter what, tomorrow we still have to take out the trash, make up our beds (I don't do it, my bed is always a mess, I like it that way, I think it's inviting), do the dishes, and then, only then, we can face the world.