My problem is, I used to be extremely OCD about neatness and organizing but when I realized that I basically became a slave to those things, I tried to discipline myself not to care. Unfortunately, what happened then was that I've ended up on the other side of spectrum and I'm at the moment trying to find some kind of a middle ground. The secret is, I've discovered, in having less things. Before, I wouldn't come near my apartment with the shoes on and I'd never sit on my bed in clothes I'd spend the day wearing. Now my place is a mess, but it's a very clean mess. Except for the things the army drilled into me. Like making the bed each morning. Why in God's name am I still doing it, I've no clue... But I do. I don't care for taking off my shoes at home anymore and yeah, I too never ask visitors to do the same. To be honest, I'd much rather they walk around with the shoes on than in stinking, moist socks. That's just... Ugh. In any case, I never throw my jackets on the floor! They're on the sofa, chairs, table, bed, etc. but never on the floor.