According to my wife, I'm anally obsessive about files and folders on the computer. Everything has to be filed just so...a messy desktop is a no no, and if someone here doesn't store a bookmark in their own folder which I created especially for them I go mad.
As an aside, I once shared a room with a lad who had problems with pool cues. He was a nightmare in pubs and clubs...before a game he would roll every cue from the rack on the table, bang them on the floor listening for rattles, selecting at least three, then minutely examine the tips of each, before finally making a selection...even if it meant swapping a good tip onto a straighter shaft, or even asking someone already playing to swap to see if theirs was better still....then swapping back if it wasnt. Chalking the tip was as painful, thats if he could find a chalk that was to his peculiar taste. On the other hand, he would shag owt that had a pulse.