Perfectly Imperfect

I am extremely OCD. I am not medicated for it but everyone who knows me... knows it is the truth. I used to say I was a perfectionist but as I got older I realized that being a perfectionist, was just a cover up for being OCD.
I read once that if you recognize the symptom, then you are half-way through to overcoming it. What they didn't say in the book was that there is always another obsession just waiting to take the place of the one you just overcame.
Right after I read the book, I overcame some really bothersome obsessions. I thought, "wow, I am not OCD anymore" but after a few weeks I realized.. I had acquired a whole new obsession.
It is very frustrating to say the least. I don't want to obsess over these little details of life, but something within me compels me and it has to be just that way or I can't live with it.
The lamp has to sit on the back of the table, near the wall. It cannot sit in the center of the table.
The pictures on the wall have to be geometrically, perfectly aligned. No random, or abstract arrangements can be tolerated.
Everything has to be done just so, or I come unglued.
I don't sew because I can't do it well enough to suit myself. It's okay if the person who sews for me isn't perfect... but if I do it... it has to be perfect.
It's a real pain in the butt.
I cannot handle incompetence.
Most of the time, I just can't handle...
me.