I care too much about the trash can in my room.
I throw out all the junk from it every 1-2 days together with a plastic bag, in which it was contained. Every time after it I examine meticulously the whole trash can - inside and outside. If I see that it has a spot or dust somewhere, I clean it instantly. Then I find a new plastic bag and also examine it attentively for holes and for durability, so junk would not accidentally got away from it and would not make my trash can dirty. Then I put that new plastic bag inside; but not JUST put. I place it that way, so image on it would be precisely at the center of the front inner face of the trash can. Then I press it down along the edges of trash can very carefully, to left NO margin between edges of trash can and edges of the bag. Then I unpurse it inside, so it fit tightly the inner faces of the trash can, and only then return the trash can under my dining table and calm down.
Ironically, dining table itself is a mess. It's full of random items. The bed, too. When I don't sleep, the clothes and electronic devices lie randomly on the bed. When I sleep, I just throw that clump under another table, and it lies under it, creating a mess. Because the space under another table doesn't contain trash can, so I find it less important somehow.
When I swept up the room from the dust the last time, I swept up only the hallway (it is prone to be dustier than the other parts, from the street shoes) and... yes, the space around the precious trash can, as the most important places. For some reason, dust in all other places worries me much less.
I didn't even notice when exactly the trash can became so important to me. 0_o But as soon as I noticed, I started to be nervous, bc I started to imagine, how much would my female relatives mock at me if they would see it. They always made fun of me, when I cleaned attentively those places of my room, which are less visible, while neglecting the places which are in plain sight. Now, almost every time when I replace a plastic bag with making all examinations described above, I imagine how much would they laugh at me, and it makes me cringe and flinch nervously.
It's not normal.