Having always been a hopeless picture straightener, I have recently managed to overcome as a result of buying a very wonky flat (about 150 years old with stucco rendering throughout), but didn't realise it has been replaced by a new compulsion until watching John Richardson's "Nidiot' last night . . . and identified with a lot of what he was saying after he made observation that "Snooker is basically tidying up disguised as sport", before launching into his dishwasher etiquette.
I may have given up in my battle with dust and accepted that is just an airborne component of oxygen that settles no matter how much we try to eliminate it, but I have so many other rules/compulsions/obsessions that include never having any laundry as I wash anything as soon as it is dirty (even if it isn't as has only been worn once), wash all cooking utensils/pots etc. before I have even eaten the dinner I have made with them and am unable to sleep if certain nick nacks aren't facing the right cockadoodie way (holy shit - I am Annie Wilkes!).
I realise it is about control which makes sense if other stuff in one's life has become a tad like herding cats (or losing battle with dust), but is this so abnormal?