In craziness... we trust.

I'm really a particular person.

Sometimes I joke saying I got OCD, sometimes I really wonder if it's not Asperger, often I just think I'm methodically tidy.

For example.

My DVDs, CDs and books are all in alphabetical order and when it occurs they're from the same author/band/singer, I order them by date of release.

When I was younger and I still had a piggy bank I did the same with the serial letters and numbers of notes.

My laundry on the rack has always the same order, with pegs of different colour depending of which kind of clothes they are (ie. green for socks, red for panties, blue for bras, etc.).

Everything has its own place and if someone moves it from that position:
A. I notice it as soon as I see it.

B. It drives me mental, of course.

I live with this my own way of being since I have memory, and even if my desktop looks chaotic I always know what's on it and (almost always) where.

So. There's this new bloke I work with in the morning, which I already knew we had several things in common, which sorted the coffee cups all in the same position, perfectly on line one with each other, sugar on the left and spoon on the right.

I'm definitively amazed.

I'm not alone.