As I age and feel like i have less time to let things slide, I’ve definitely become more obsessed with irrational detail. And I become annoyed at everyone for not complying with my unspecified, unarticulated rules.
Examples are differentiating between large and small forks in the cutlery drawer (to the extent I’m now going to build a new drawer liner to separate each category of cutlery).
Or the fact that my desk has nothing on it except phone, keyboard, laptop dock and screen. Wen I work only a notebook, pen(s) I’m using and minor paperwork are permitted.
I’m aware that real OCD is grim – my friend’s wife is a sufferer, and “suffer” is the word. Cleanliness and tidiness are the mild manifestations – hers are repetitive, obsessional ought based on events that haven’t happened. Not nice.