My T-shirt drawer is like that. Sometimes I'll be like "FINE. FUCK IT. YOU WANT TO PLAY GAMES? WE'LL PLAY GAMES." and dump it out on the bed and put shirts back into it one at a time. (Sometimes I still won't find the shirt because I forgot it is in the laundry or I threw it in a closet because I changed shirts and it was too dirty to put away but too clean to put in the laundry.)
NOOOOO! Not the "Dump everything out on the bed" move!
True story: I went to a store, one of my favorite stores. I decided I needed a black t-shirt. Just a plain black t-shirt, but dressy. Its a dressy black t-shirt. (if that is even a thing) I buy the black t-shirt along with some other items maybe? I can't remember.
But what i do remember is getting home and not being able to find this black t-shirt. I call the store and say, "Hey I can't find the shirt I bought, is it still at the store?" No they say. I feel they are lying. They are probably lying I think, because I don't have it, where is it. I want a new shirt-give me a new black t-shirt please-but I am already 160 miles from the store, so I ask that it be sent to a different store-or that I can pick one up at that store.
Okay, long story longer-I eventually get the t-shirt sent to me. I now have a black t-shirt. I can survive whatever fucking functions I think I need this stupid shirt for.
Somehow months later-I get into my vehicle and I move a bag-and when I say months, I mean like 6 months later, maybe this is when I lived in the mountains-I can't remember now. I move a bag in my vehicle and there is that fucking black t-shirt. Are you kidding me?
I now have 2 of these black t-shirts and I hate them both.