It's isn't really a compulsion, I do it on impulse. I won't self-combust if I pass by without doing anything about the open cabinet door, and I don't need all the chairs in the empty conference room to line up perfectly. But I'd be slightly more at ease if they were.
And it isn't a disorder, it's an order. So I'll call it Causally Impulsive Order. Perhaps we can make it chivalric: the Order of Casual Impulsion.