Is this weird?

It’s getting to the point where I can only eat food in multiples of two. Six potato chips, four cherry sours, two sandwich halves, etc. I’m starting to worry about the next time I crave a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. What’s really got me going, though, is that this new compulsion doesn’t jibe with my need to lock the doors three times before I go to bed. Why would one thing need to be an even number and one thing need to be an odd number? Does theat seem strange to anyone else?