Dead-Apple Picking

I just ate the last third of an M&M cookie that was on a table at work today. Just a couple hours ago, it was a half a cookie. I'm sure at some point before that, it was a whole cookie, and that there were more before it. My shift started at 9:30, when I walked in and noticed the half-cookie. Everyone else started at 8:00. So that means that for an hour and a half, several cookies were eaten (I am told there were only three and a half more, but this could be deception), while between 9:30 and noon, less than a third of one cookie was eaten. This happens at my other job, too. Sometimes there will be a box full of donuts in the break room when we open at 9:00, and by 11:00 only one will remain, which, without my intervention, would stay there the rest of the day. I'm usually not in the mood for donuts, but I always end up scarfing that last one down hurriedly, to soonest clear the table of unnecessary clutter.

Why does this happen? Is it because nobody wants to clean up? Are they afraid just one more donut will make them gain 20 pounds? Is it astrology -- some cosmic coincidence that causes death eating donuts past a certain time and under a certain sign? Could my coworkers be playing at some cruel subterfuge, to make the last third of a cookie feel like it could die at any moment, torturing it with the menace of waiting for several hours? Truthfully, none of that matters, because the fact is, I just thought far too much about why there was only a third of a cookie left on a table.

It's not just cookies and donuts; it's data, and papers, and people. Even if I have 500 GB left on my hard drive, I will go delete 300 MB shows after I watch them, or go through and delete games I don't play, at maybe 8 GB large, if I determine that they're "taking up too much space." Music isn't safe either -- if I download or rip an album, I can't stand to have it on my HD for more than a week before deleting all the songs I don't like after only a couple listens. My kitty-covered school folder, too, is subject to The Purge. I regularly empty my folder of graded homework, days-old assignments, things I can find on Angel, and things I can't find on Angel or anywhere and might end up being necessary for class but hey maybe not, right? And friends, oh dear friends. Even though my Facebook friends list is small, and my cell phone contacts list smaller, I still feel the overwhelming urge to destroy destroy DESTROY when I see names that are not being utilized to their full potential. (Or just people I don't talk to or see much, only exceptions being my few super-hot acquaintances.) It's like picking the dead apples off a tree when you know they're going to fall off anyway.

I don't know if this is a problem or what, but the feeling of purging, of removing everything that is not absolutely necessary, is too cleansing and too relieving for me to stop. My room is neat, my PC organized, and my life in order. I feel like I am missing some chaos in my life because of this, but then again, some chaos has been added, too. After all, under what other conditions would I so obsess about a third of a cookie?