I left work and went to Lowe’s to pick up a few things for the home renovation project. As I’m walking and conversing with Aaron, with whom I was speaking at the time, I see pickaxes out of the side of my eye. I think in the back of my mind, “Oh, I need that to mine ore,” walk over and start to pick one up! As if I’m going to run across a Malachite or Ebony ore veins in Kansas City as I’m out laying waste to my enemies with the sheer power of my destruction magic! I’m only 163 hours into the game, but apparently it has left an notable mark on my subconscious.
As far as what Dr. Robert Cialdini would call “click-whirl” responses, this one was awesome because I became aware of it as it was happening. My mind was preoccupied with maintaining my train of thought in the conversation, defaulting to a backup behavioral loop to which it had become accustomed; in this case, take detour to pickup pickaxes whenever spotted.
They did have some beautiful flowers, though, for the balcony. I’m not going to get anything until after the frost risk has decreased, but they give me a good idea of what I want in the space once the furniture, flooring, and water fountains arrive.