I was that neat freak person, running circles around everyone cleaning, cooking, straightening, fluffing, never an idle moment wasted...ugh!,though I didn't realize it at the time. I just couldn't help myself, keeping things in order worked for me. I am the only one of four siblings who is not a hoarder too...probably reactionary behavior on my part. We grew up in a tidy home & it only rubbed off on me.
Now...whole 'nother story...have a TBI, can't think about how things 'seem'. It was something I just had to let go of when I realized I couldn't do it to my own ridiculously high standards.
Now, meh, I will probably clean if I think someone might come over, but so far, not a soul to worry about but me. I like it that way. My home is my castle.