Having all the pens lined up, on the surface, leads me to believe you're on the spectrum. But after a further inspection of your being ok with one table having a clean, smooth edge, while the other looks like it fell from your pickup on the way home, plus the fact that several pens are left open, severely damages that theory. You insist, possibly as often as each month, that you're going to get back to playing tennis, but--like most of your life--it proves to be empty speech, so the ball just sits there with only one, unstrung racquet nearby. To your credit, you refuse to let your rather substantial sinus problems affect you to the point of starting your own pool service business, but it still infuses just enough self doubt that even smaller, obvious purchases are considered in the "might return it" column for weeks, well beyond the allotted refund window. And despite her repeated objections, you dismiss your wife's feelings and, upon finishing her reheated lasagna, use the bowl portion of the tupperware(not in view) for change, random screws, an expired BP card and chapstick.
So in short, I think you'd be someone whose company most would enjoy. Though I wouldn't be surprised if some who did weren't initially disturbed at some of your mannerisms and did that immediate, sometimes awkwardly too soon, dead bolt "click" as soon as they walked you out of their house.