I am a '3' person. I think you're either a '3' or a '2', odd or even, rows or groups. I don't know why this is, and I don't even know if it's true – it's just what I think.
2's have rows of red geraniums evenly spaced, growing along the front of their house, in a straight and orderly line. If they're a brave sort of 2, they might mix two colors – in perfect symmetry. 3's drive by these houses and think – well, think nothing. They don't find anything to notice in the first place.
3's don't plant geraniums, don't want anything evenly spaced or in a line, and the front of their house undulates with beds and bushes and collections of flowers in assorted colors. 2's drive by these houses and think "what a mess!"
2's always hang their wall art way too high on the wall – WHY IS THAT?! 3's have piles of books and framed prints on the floor, leaning against the wall, and hang scarves from the curtain rod and fill bowls with weird little collections of stuff. 2's push the kitchen chairs all the way in against the table. 3's leave them askew, because it just feels better that way.
2's wonder about things like "Is it okay to put a brown duvet folded on the bed in a green & white bedroom?" 3's only wonder if there's any kind of medication for 2-ism. 3's buy things they like because they like them. 2's buy things they might not like, but it will match the tile in the bathroom.
2's want things to be correct, or right, which means there's a list of rules they have to follow and breaking the rules is just not something a 2 wants to do. Both are trying to satisfy something on an emotional level, but in very different ways. What a 2 finds 'right', a 3 often finds unappealing. Whatever it IS that causes a 2 to be drawn to the things they're drawn to – is the SAME thing that causes a 3 to abhor them.
It 'bothers' me to see geraniums planted in a row. It doesn't FEEL right, or good or comfortable. It feels like entrapment, it feels like a wall or a fence, it inhibits my senses to look at them. It causes me a kind of sympathy towards the person who planted them – not that I believe they lack creativity inside their brain, but that they lack SOMETHING that would enable them to value that creativity, to trust it, to ENJOY it, to cut themselves from the wall-tether and get out there and RUN.
Still, I'm full of crap, because while I might be a 3 – I'm not a 7. 7's are, in my senses, unrefined, and in it solely for the gasps they cause. True rebels are perhaps more interested in making noise than grouping things. They WANT to be out there – I don't really. I just don't want to be inside – I want to be outside, but only if I can still GET inside if I need to. Sort of like the cat. I'm not a true rebel.
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