well, no, but I've THOUGHT about starting it...

We all have certain tendencies towards the odd, don't you think? It's what makes us unique. Sometimes "odd" becomes "debilitatingly odd;" we organize those tendencies, such as they are, under a veritable alphabet soup--OCD, ADD, and so on. My point: If obsessive-compulsive and attention deficit disorders had cousin conditions along the lines of only "odd" (rather than "debilitating"ly so), well, then, I would quickly self-diagnose into both of those groups. 

E.g. I can't--really, can't--focus on homework, or much of anything, if the house is untidy (upside, though? Clean house). 

E.g. I can't sleep at night until I have a basic idea of what my schedule is like for the next day. (Sometimes until I've picked out my clothes.)

E.g. my age-inappropriate levels of distractability (e.g. me writing this blog post rather than doing my homework. I like my homework. It's interesting. Just can't do it for more than 10 minutes at a stretch.). 

E.g. I can't sit still at work with nothing to do; I start dusting the bookshelves instead. 

E.g. I can't let it go that this kid's PoliSci paper I'm tutoring him on doesn't consistently choose either constitution or Constitution. 

E.g. I pull out Chicago to show him why it's Constitution (he would've taken my word for it either way). 

E.g. there's something deeply soul-satisfying for me about seeing folders within folders--on a computer hard drive, with my personal hard-copy files, what have you. So organized! So wonderful! So...boxy! and contained! 

E.g. the fact that it took me years--years!--to come to grips with a descriptivist (rather than so militantly prescriptivist) stance on English grammar; I still have a fond place in my heart for those dear little rules and labels, for all their inconsistencies.

E.g. I've added and deleted that little double-period up there, the .). spot, half a dozen times now. Can't decide if I want it or not, and it's still bothering me.

I think I like control, routine, order about a lot of things in my life, sometimes at the expense of common sense. My husband is a patient man. Do I need to weed these traits out of myself?