The untidy people just happen to be smarter in that they got in first with the name calling, so now we are “OCD”. And, they are, … well … ‘normal’.
I was hanging the washing out yesterday. While doing so, I could hear the Robot Vacuum Cleaner operating inside the house. I guess this was an OCD orgasmic experience, two jobs being down at the same time. The clothes were hung precisely to maximise drying and to minimise peg wrinkles, and I had a worker untethered by the shackles of computer games, actually doing housework.