I have a case of OCD. It's nothing serious, but there are times where I will go nuts and clean every inch of my room. Then I can't find anything.
I'm not that concerned about my stuff. I can't afford to be. Most of it is paper, binders and notebooks. It's a room of a writer who gets ideas in the middle of the night. Like I want to get up, go to my desk, hunt for a notebook, then a pen and then write out my idea. I'd lose it.
It drives my mom nuts. She hates the fact that my room is in, what I call, organized chaos. I can find what I need usually. As long as there aren't any loose papers, trash or clothes, I don't mind it.
Though, it can be very annoying when you're trying to find your remote. *calls for her remote*