It’s why they call it a cuttin’ torch.
Not involving helium, but I do stuff like this too.
I particularly remember, back when I was in high school, going to visit my older brother at the university over spring break. I only took one small suitcase with me but I had stuffed it full of everything I could think of that I might need. All week long, every time brother would be looking for something he needed I would just whip it out of my suitcase while he goggled.
Of course, many years later I realize this proclivity was just an offshoot of my obsessive-compulsiveness.
But it is immensely enjoyable as well.