It's not so much that I'm offended, because I know people normally don't know what it is. I'm curious as to how it began to be a thing to call yourself OCD if you're a perfectionist or don't like dirty dishes lying around. I think it's become "normal" in society to be laid back and a little lazy, so everyone who isn't is "OCD."
For me, it got so bad that I would break down in tears, because I just wanted to sleep, or not "weird people out," or let go of impulsive thoughts, or stop wringing my hands, or clearing my throat for no reason, or obsessively checking to make sure the oven (which I hadn't even used) was turned off. I'd cover EVERY LED clock in my house because I obsessed over checking them and saying the time aloud. I told people they were covered because of the light--because I didn't want them to think I was insane. Well, they did anyway. "It's... in your kitchen though."
OCD, for me, was the inability to proceed through my day without doing seemingly meaningless (to other people) tasks, and hearing my lazy friends talk about how emptying their dishwasher once the dishes are clean... before work... is OCD. No. No, it's not. Counting the flowers on each dish, having to arrange them "just so" and then getting very, very upset when someone tries to stop me.... that's OCD.