I can never understand why someone would open a drawer, take out something and then walk away leaving the drawer open. Drawers are made to be opened and drawers are made to be shut. That is part of the design. That is part of growing up and learning, understanding and putting to practise. You might think its not a big deal, its a small item concern, don't worry the small things when we have bigger problems but not closing drawers is the foundation, that brick by brick, builds up that tower which becomes the big problem. its starts off with a drawer that you will never shut because, to you, its not a big issue but to the person you share the room with, you share the house with, your life with, it becomes a problem. It starts off as an open drawer and becomes the very reason why you start to argue as more small items concerns start being noticed and gain momentum building up together into a noise so loud you cannot hear the peace that brought you together, instead you are filled with an internal rage that builds and builds forcing you into writing a sentence that contains seventy one words and one comma. Close the effing drawer, otherwise don’t have a drawer, just have a hole that you reach into and hope for the best. It’s order. No we cannot have that, we need a drawer, we need a drawer to make sense of the mess we live in, or the mess that surrounds us, or at least hide that mess in a self-contained universe, existing only to contain your personal belongings in a square shaped five sided box which can be conveniently shut, to provide a 6th side hiding, and creating the very reason why we have a box; to surprise ourselves. It makes sense; it all fits together when closed. It is incomplete when opened and should only ever be opened in order to get what is required before putting it back together. Like a surgeon removing your heart and then leaving it on your stomach whilst he went for lunch. Take it out and then put it back. The basis of all life; you get out what you give back. Where does it end. When do we realise an open drawer, which could be a metaphor for some of our lives, is the death nail on most of our loves. Love isn't blind, harder of sight, and there is always a stage in that love when everything becomes clear. It is at that stage when it is too late. When the small things have become so loud the only peace we can get is to close it. Close the draw, close the drawer, the whatever it is that is making the noise unbearable and walk away. Whether it’s out an opened door, or behind closed doors, you either accept the fate or create your destiny. Just close the drawer, please.