Everah wrote:Logical, but for those that like the arduous process of formatting and reinstalling, this just steals their joy.

That pretty much nails it.
Granted, this behavior also exists in other aspects of her life, too. And this applies to me as well. For example, I like simplicity in organization. I believe in organizing once and leaving it alone. Maintaining that organization. Keeping it simple, keeping it organized, is effective at keeping it neat. For example, I organized the refrigerator a while back to accommodate my wifes ability to always buy new food stuffs whenever she steps out. This means when we get groceries, its easy to put things where they go. It's also easy to find things. And in our kitchen, with the limited amount of pantry space, organization goes a long way.
However, I'm not big on going back and redoing this organization. It's done, it works, so I fall into an accepted pattern. I know where it goes, and so it goes there. This is how I treat my computers. I install and then I maintain. That's about it. Reinstalling is too much work, so rather than reinstall, I just keep things simple, and maintain order.
Piera's trend of reinstalling can be seen clear in her daily routine as well.
She enjoys cleaning.
Now, such a simple sentence can be read many ways, but read exactly what it says. She enjoys cleaning. Cleaning the house, the clothes, dusting, mopping, washing, folding: she enjoys this. Me? Hahahaha. Her enjoyment in this is paramount. Therefore, I do my best to stay out of her business. I don't touch the laundry unless specifically asked. Usually this is limited.
"I'm heading out for a bit. I need to take my grandmother shopping. Move the clothes to the dryer please," she says. Having completed BioShock, I'll be busy trying to win a game of Civilization IV. I'm not paying much attention, but I hear her. Need more culture!
"Sure honey," I reply. The problem here is I've ignored the important part of the sentence. You see, she is taking her grandmother shopping.
Now, I know she means grocery shopping. That's fine. Her grandmother needs to eat. She's leaving the house, and all I have to do with the laundry is move it to the dryer and start it. She's already set the settings on the dryer. It's a new fangled digital front loading Whirlpool. In the back of my mind, I think if Apple made appliances, you'd have interesting products. The iWash with a single button that says "Wash", the iDry with a single button that says "Dry". The iFridge with a single door. Then an appliance called iCook. Think microwave/stove/grill/stove top. With a single button: "Cook."
But back to Piera. She loves cleaning. She cleaned the entire house this weekend. I had no idea. What I mean is, while I was aware she was cleaning, I really wasn't paying much attention. She pokes her head in at times and tells me I can't walk out of the office because the floor is wet in the hall, or that I need to stay away from the kitchen because it's wet. I might have to help her put the chairs up or down (usually just down).
Granted, I do my fair share. My party in laundry is not complaining about how my clothes are hung up (I'll explain in a minute), and to ensure dirty clothes go in the hamper. Not on the floor.
The hamper is the easy part. My organizational tendencies seem to want me to commit foolish acts of being me when it comes to the order of my clothes. You see, hanging clothes should be hung a certain way. Buttoned up as if being warn. The hangers' hooks should always be facing toward the back, or toward the wall. This makes retrieval of the hanger easy. Clothing should be from heavies to lightest. This should work from right to left. Opposite of reading, but consider that the heaviest clothes being on your right makes it easy to grab with your right hand (left-handers might consider doing the opposite). It also just makes sense. Pants are heavier than shirts, so obviously the order should be jeans, dress pants, button shirts and polo shirts. Everything should be left facing. This means on the pants, the bottom of the pants are hung on the left side of the hanger. Shirts are buttoned and facing the left. It makes sense to me. But I don't do the laundry, and I don't complain.
She doesn't believe in my organization. She believes that if I want that, I can wash my own damn clothes. But I'm not allowed to user her washer and dryer. No, that's not accurate. I'm not allowed to wash my clothes. She's my wife, and I'm a representation of her. If I look bad, people don't say "Wow, he looks bad." No, instead, they see my wedding ring and go "Wow, his wife is bad."
This all comes down to simple reasoning.
Some bitch will see I look bad and will hit on me and tell me my wife treats me poorly and we'll make me cheat.
Not that my wife is the jealous type. It's the rationalization that I came up with. The generalization, I guess.
The point is simple, guys: Buy your wife a really cool washer and dryer set and your drawers and hangers will magically repopulate themselves.