Yep
Picky doesn't begin to describe it. After a couple of decades of "voluntary simplicity" I upgraded to "minimalist".
Having anything around that isn't specifically functional or aesthetically loved makes me buggy. Like crawl the walls buggy.
Ironically, if something sits out of place for a few days it becomes invisible and can go unnoticed for months until something else brings it back to my attention. Then it must go or be dealt with immediately.
Sometimes its as though all the cupboard and closet doors went missing. I can see exactly what is in them and then they have to be re-edited just to be sure. Fortunately, I don't have much stuff anymore.
Weird might apply.
