Living with OCD of Order
It’s easy to say you want things in order but what ain’t elementary is the idea of “Order” itself, probably cause it has its roots buried deep into the convoluted concept of correctness, flawlessness and righteousness, all of which are a matter of perspective and subject to reference frames. So if it takes a conflict between the accepted, the acceptable and the unreasonable to contrast the commendable and the condemnable while both reason and acceptance depend on one’s perception, isn’t “Order” rather just an agreeable state of chaos?
Some find order in chaos while others find chaos in order. And then there are those who believe chaos is the natural and primitive order to start with. To me, they’re two extremes of a continuum with the blurriest and the most indistinguishable line of distinction, post which everything falls apart like dominoes. But irrespective of how you illustrate the state of “order” in your head, the real question though, is how at peace you are with everything around you at the very moment and how hard are you willing to strive for the same, if the sole purpose of order is perpetuating peace. Are you ready to settle for something that brings neither happiness nor respect just for convenience or you’re driven to mend things by an urge strong enough to make you forget your fears? But what if fear amalgamates with your urge to fix things and makes it difficult to even breathe? Isn’t it then that you’re compelled to fix even what needs no fixing or can’t be fixed? Isn’t it simply OCD of Order!
Both World Order and order of closet hangers can be equally bothering - sometimes what doesn’t affect you may suffocate someone else. The biggest issue though, will always be the fact that a problem never stops being one if a separate entity fails to recognize or consider it.