I have OCD. Not the cute kind where I’m just like “I hate when things are out of place” but the real kind where I can’t sleep if I haven’t checked the locks on the front door 3 times, if something is crooked or backwards and I can’t fix it I’ll obsess over it for hours and I do nearly everything in a pattern of 3s. It’s gotten way better over the years but it still takes over more often than I would like it to.