Maybe I have a problem.

Man, you know you're anal-retentive when you're editing a medical textbook and you find yourself less repulsed by the detailed descriptions of skin lesions than by the author's repeated misuse of semicolons.
Of course, you know you're not anal-retentive when you open your mailbox and there's an envelope, sent by an unknown Good Samaritan, containing the $125 paycheck that you unknowingly dropped in the middle of the Northampton parking lot last week.
The human brain works in mysterious, and not altogether healthy, ways.