OCD

I don't think I have it, OCD, but there are things I can be really anal about. Not sure why. I've been noticing it lately, and I don't know how long this one has been going on for... like last weekend. I was the only one home all weekend, so was the only one adding dishes to the dishwasher during that time. Whenever I put silverware in it, I always put one in each little silverware basket thing (you know those little sections). Then when it was time to double-up, I made sure there were exactly two in each thing, and then moved on to three when the time came. Everything had to be even. Why? Details like this are completely unimportant and make no difference in life. Why was that important and how long have I been doing this?

I do other things that aren't really OCD, but are probably totally unnecessary. Like my car's inside light. I always leave it on the off setting, so it never comes on even when I open my door. I set it that way a couple years ago when I was spending lots of time in East Oakland... not the safest part of Oakland. I would often get home from work early in the morning from working a semi-graveyard shift, and wouldn't want the light in my car to reveal that I was a woman, and a white woman at that. So it was a safety thing. But I no longer frequent that part of the city, yet I leave the light at that setting. Why? Just in case? I no longer have that concern. Even when in Oakland, I felt like if I had ever been approached, I would've put up a pretty good fight (not that my swinging fists would've been much of a match for guns, but still... I'd be lying if I said I never imagined taking down a petty thug with my ready and able fisted knuckles). But it's really not an issue any more, nor is it something I think/worry about. But the light continues to remain off at all times.

When I'm walking to my car, no matter where I'm coming from or what time of day or what city I'm in, I always pull my keys out ahead of time, and have my car key ready to go so I can unlock the door as soon as I approach the vehicle. Why? To save time... yes, I suppose. And just in case the situation changes so that for some reason I have to very quickly enter my car and get the engine going and squeal away. ... ?????

The toilet paper HAS to come over the top of the roll.

There are things that I feel like I obsess about without realizing it. And probably without really caring whether or not they remain the way I prefer them to remain. But then I can be a total mess with how things are kept in my room... or just have far-from-organized habits in so many other aspects of my life. Maybe that's normal. It seems normal, 'cause that seems pretty balanced then, doesn't it? Because I'm so focused on completely useless organization in some areas, I can neglect such organization in other areas. ...? Any other neat freaks and slobs out there?