It doesn't rule my life.

I oft times wonder if I have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). I walk through book stores and organize books. If there is a stack of books, and they're not straight, I must straighten them. I also count stuff. I don't have to clean things, as most people think you have to do if you have OCD. In fact, my house is a mess. BUT... I know where everything is in my house. I notice things... mostly when they are out of order, then I have to figure out a way to put them back in order. It's worse when I've drank caffeine. It doesn't rule my life. I can stop if I consciously think about it, but it seems to take more effort to think about it then it does not to. I've done this for quite some time, and I've suspected OCD for quite some time. But, it doesn't rule my life. It's simple, stupid things that get to me. Nothing exciting. I count the tiles on a ceiling, especially in my house. Then I do it again, and again, and again. I count the little "lines" that make up the numbers on a digital clock. Then I do it again, and again, and again. Then I have to count them a certain number of times before the time changes. I've got it down to a science. I count the walls in each room... Like I say, it doesn't rule my life. If I go to a resteraunt, and the beverage glass has flat sides ie: hexagon, octagon, etc... I have to count the sides, then the glass must be square with the coaster and/or the place mat which must be square with the table. Even-ness is good. I also obsess about "stuff". Well, just about everything. Failure is a big one. I won't attempt something if there is a chance I will fail at it (this being on a graduated scale.) This makes me very strange in social situations. I am 31 years old and have never been on a date. I figure, statistically speaking, I'd fail.
I was diagnosed with OCD in 2001.
BUT... it doesn't rule my life.