So, I've taken a couple of online autism tests. I've got family members who are ridiculously high-functioning in some arcane discipline, but completely crippled socially. They are professors, as you might find ironic. Water finds it's own level.
Anyhow, I've always considered myself one of the "normal" guys in my family, in that I actually got a pretty girl to agree to marry me, etc. Also, I'm a pipefitter as opposed to having a PhD in "number theory" (whatever that means) and I play with cars for fun(ish) in my garage.
Turns out, the tests say I don't have Asperger's... but I can easily toss a ball over the fence (and I'm pretty sure my toe has been under it a couple of times). Knowing these little facts explains a lot of why things that I know are really small in the scope of life (where I live, what I drive, etc.) take on an out-sized significance. When I really care (and I really care a lot)-- I don't want "close".
I want "perfect".
I married somebody with equally strong/stronger tendencies. "Right" is right, and "almost" is... not. When we are singing the same song, it's an awesome thing. When not? Well...
Because I'm not full-blown with this thing, I still have some sense of scale. Things get bifurcated into stuff I care enough about to be "right" (as I define it), and stuff that just needs to be operational. My business is named "Precision Mechanical". It's not "That'll Work Mechanical" or "OK Mechanical" or even "Pretty Good Mechanical". This is how I've made my living-- being the tenacious, single-minded idiot savant people want to work on things they absolutely need to have to stay in business.
I've done a couple of "clean-sheet" designed homes myself, Oh Frazzled One. I've never had an architect involved. I spent easily 200+ hrs on the design of this one. There was a stretch last winter when I slept less than 2 hrs/night for 2 straight weeks. My mind would not shut off, which I've learned is just part of being me.
In addition, I was raised by a Renaissance man-- so I want to do it all myself (cars, homes, business accounting, etc.). But the reality is that I can make more money running my business than I could ever save living out my GC/carpenter fan-boy fantasies-- and it ends up costing more (in real terms) and taking longer the more things I put my hands on it. I get things EXACTLY the way I want them (you should see the HVAC stuff I'm doing here-- stupid-cool), but it's the time element that really starts the money furnace. I spent 6 hrs digging out a window well at the new place today. What was saved?
As an aside, the 2014 National Building Codes being what they are (a freak-show of overkill), a new home costs easily 1.3- 1.5x what an identical home did 10 years ago (and I know-- we built one 10 years ago). If your municipality has not adopted them yet, and you have the idea you might like to build in your lifetime-- pull that permit now. Every time I see some "tiny-home" dude on Pinterest (p0rn for women) touting that he built his mini-mansion for $2995 with driftwood and cellophane, I wonder where he pulled his permits. I'm stuck buying arc-fault/ground-fault breakers at $80+/ for single pole 20a for 90% of the circuits in the house, etc., making a $500 panel a $5000 one.
Don't even get me started about HGTV.
Anyhow, if you can get a home you want built on time, on budget, and in the place you'd choose to live-- you are truly a 1%er. My wife cried when I told her I wanted to build again. It's a special kind of crazy-- but when you've got the disease, you've got the disease.
I think I'm going to take the engine out next year and do some thick-wall 94s and JE pistons.