OCD much

I like things in a certain way. Not everything just some things.

I don't like to eat with mis-matched cutlery.
I don't like to leave bones on my dinner plate if I've eaten the meat from them. This is problematical if diner is chicken wings for instance.
I like to line up the beer labels forward in the fridge.

These aren't habits or some kind of faux affectation they really are things that I fret about.

I don't like being late for anything, and I hate waiting if I'm early.

I will walk under ladders (I will look up), step on cracks in the pavement, and won't worry about black cats walking in front of me. I don't have a lucky number or colour.

I do have affectations. I write with a fountain pen, currently it has red ink in it, tomorrow it will be green.

I'm not sure I'm unusual or different, except that I know that what I know about me defies any sensible thinking.