People throw the term OCD around lightly. “I’m OCD because I like my desk a certain way.” “I’m so OCD because I dust the house every day!” “My toddler is OCD because he has to read eight bedtime stories in the same order every night or he won’t go to sleep!”
There is such a thing as desiring neatness, cleanliness, and orderliness in life, and somewhere along the line, that has gotten a bad name in modern times. If I am understanding the military lifestyle correctly — and unfortunately, I have never served — being neat, clean, orderly, precise, and disciplined are just a way of life. If you keep your person, your attire, your home, and so on, neat and orderly, everything else in life will follow suit.
In my present circumstances, raising and homeschooling a son, and caring for disabled elderly parents, I am not always as able to keep my life and surroundings as orderly as I would like. However, when I was a bachelor, everything in my home was in its place. It makes life much simpler — you never have to go looking for things, if everything is returned to the same place every time. I never lose my car keys or my wallet because, to this day, I am a fascist about
putting them in one place and only one place each and every time. (The keys go on a hook on the foyer shelving, and the wallet goes into an open varnished cigar box near the keys.)
Again, it makes life simpler, and more efficient and fulfilling on top of that. You accomplish more. You get more done. I don’t understand how being particular about one’s own life ever got to be stigmatized as “a little OCD”.