...there aren't many areas in my life where I need things to be "just so". Sadly, I can survive pretty well amidst chaos, and I can typically walk past a sink full of dishes several times before the urge to empty the sink "washes" over me (pun FULLY intended).
...where color is concerned, I will admit that I do have some O.C.D. tendencies.
I have this thing about what colors are neutral and what are not. I am being COMPLETELY SERIOUS when I tell you that I TRULY believe that red is, and should be considered by all, to be a neutral color. I base my entire theory on the fact that I have a pair of red shoes that I would not hesitate to wear with any and every single article of clothing/outfit I own. Makes sense to me. The same principle applies to the color green, for the very same reasons.
Orange can be considered neutral but only within very specific parameters and involving only certain shades.
Blue, on the other hand, is not neutral. Don't ask me why.
I also have this thing where I am always arranging things in color order according to my good buddy "Roy G. Biv", otherwise know as "the acronym for the order of colors in the spectrum of light"...
...the above principle is demonstrated by my arrangement of a handful of peanut M&M's I was snacking on as my brother Chris and I watched Paramore music videos on youtube (while our mom watched out kids in the next room)...To be totally honest, I don't think I even realized I had arranged them that way till Chris saw them, then looked at me and just said:
My shelf of cd's is the same way... not arranged in alphabetical order, or by genre of music... but by album spine color...This "issue" of mine does not keep me from functioning normally throughout society (normal is really quite an obscure term if you really wanna get down to it), and I don't have the feeling something terrible will happen if I don't arrange my nail polish collection in proper color order.
I just do it... automatically.
Seeing colors arranged as God intended (ie: rainbows and boxes of markers) makes me happy. It's like something in the very center of my being smiles for a bit, taking a moment to savor the way the colors just look right when they are arranged properly, all this taking place in the split second before I am snapped back to reality, remembering that I have a sink full of dirty dishes calling my name.