I'm a bit obsessive by nature. A bit Compulsive. Some things bother me more than they should. Open cabinet doors in the kitchen, for instance. Oddly, a closet door can be standing wide open. No big deal. But a cabinet door? Forget it. I'm quietly freaking out inside until I can get in there and close that thing.
So sometimes when I'm feeling saucy, I open a cabinet door and walk away (quietly freaking out inside). It's my way of showing my compulsiveness who's boss. Take that, compulsiveness.