this isn’t something that seriously bothers me or interferes with my quality of life but I have a Thing about corners and my relation to imagined geometric planes
if I am sitting at a desk with papers in front of me, I strongly prefer to angle them in such a way that the planes formed by their edges would not intersect with my body if they were to extend infinitely into space
the instinct to protect oneself against the sharp edges of the geometry that holds fabric of spacetime together
