to eat a pea because I feel sorry for it.

[SlightlyJaded]

I have just eaten a cherry tomato that I didn't really want (last one, bit bruised and squishy) because I 'felt sorry for it' and thought it would be sad if it didn't get eaten like it's friends...

I often do this with peas as well.

And other small pieces of food

I try to tell myself that it's ridiculous "Jaded it's just food, it doesn't have feelings FFS"

But still I find myself adding the manky mushroom to the risotto so it doesn't feel left out.

Anyone?

you lot are lovely

So on the back of starting this thread (which has now actually become counter-productive as I am worrying about the sadness of things which had never occurred to me before like odd socks which are now going to distress me no end) i have also managed to transfer my concerns to my DC whom, this very morning, spent a fair amount of time chasing the last couple of soggy rice crispies round the cereal bowl in order that they too, should fulfill their breakfast destiny.

I am breeding madness IN MY OWN HOME DAMMIT

lol, my kids do the 'making sure the toys are comfy' too
which has to be my fault

Another one here.

Yesterday I was delighted to see my favourite (expensive) coffee was on a buy one get one free thing. But when I had my two, there was one left on the shelf, all on its own and would not be bought as it did not have a BOGOF pal to go with.

They all now live happily together in my kitchen cupboard.

We had bought a dinosaur model that moved - had batteries. Unfortunately when DD opened it on her birthday we found the dinosaur had a broken leg. I had to really persuade DP that yes we should return it and get a new one - DP wanted to buy a new one for DD and keep the one with a broken leg, as no-one else will want it . It did go back to the shop.

A friend's children chose a hamster with a missing foot because they were worried no one else wanted it.

My friend suspected the pet shop owner bit the feet off stock to improve sales.

A friend went to Battersea dogs home to get a dog. Spent a long time choosing the dog. When she came back to collect they brought out this slightly ugly dog that rushed over to greet her. She couldn't face rejecting the dog and saying that it was not the one she had chosen - so took it home. I always suspected it was a deliberate mistake to get rid of a dog no one wanted.

Yep, I do quite a few of these!

I also have a pot plant on my windowsill, which I'm very fond of and talk to during the day. Yesterday I went out, and realised I hadn't said 'goodbye' to it, so I came back to do it! (I had only just left though.) I was worried it wouldn't have realised I was going out and wouldn't know what had happened to me .

I do this, every now and then when I go to Tesco someone will have put a random soft toy in say the freezer bit, way away from his other friends and all cold and alone, more often than not I take it all the way back to the toy aisle and put him with his mates, a few times its been the last one so Ive bought it

I have a basket in the bedroom full of random lonley toys that Ive rescued

oh and the dogs 'baby', if the dog fucks off upstairs because she cant be arsed with me and leaves her cuddly toy behind I have to take it upstairs to her, so it doesnt feel rejected and abandoned

If I'm buying a soft toy,and there are several of the same type on the shelf, I usually have to buy the one I picked up first, even if the others have cuter faces, so that the toy is not disappointed...

I now work around this by being careful to inspect all toys without touching in order to avoid giving rise to false hopes

at Venetia 'inspecting all toys without touching in order to avoid giving rise to false hopes'

YANBU
I used to walk on paving stones in certain ways so as not to "leave out" any because I felt bad for them!
And then I would adjust the left side of my pillow if I had just adjusted the right because I felt bad!

at venetia
Is this the thread the bee's knees or what!?!

I ate a raisin once because I felt sorry for it. It was in DS' cot and I assumed it had become trapped in his clothes and had fallen onto the sheet.

Waste not, want not.

It was only after I had gagged on the soapy and vile taste of it that I realised that several digested raisins were in his nappy

Oh thank you all, finally confirmation that I am not totally barking! :)
Any teddies deemed by DS "too babyish" now live in my bedroom. Couldn't bear to send them away to the charity shops. Ditto with beans, cherry tomoatos, manky mushrooms etc. Even the sad brown bananas get mashed up on toast so that they dont go in the bin. And I dont even really like bananas on toast.......

This is me too! So glad im not alone :-)

DH gets upset if I drop one of his socks on the way to the washing machine and it ends up not going in the same wash as it's partner, because the sock will get lonely . And the pairs have to be together on the airer...

I have used emotional blackmail along these lines to get the DCs to eat up .

And I keep all the B-list stuffed animals and dolls in a big plastic box for someone else to deal with when I am dead and gone. My own favourite stuffed animal from my childhood is in my special drawer along with some other stuff I will never get rid of. I cry every single time I read The Velveteen Rabbit. I am also of the opinion that socks mate for life. I think they are ok all left in a big communal sock basket for ease of finding by everyone because this cuts down sorting time -- probably just wishful thinking.
And yyy, the uglier the dog, the better.

Here's a story from the book 'Owl at Home' by Arnold Lobel that the DCs loved when they were small, and still chuckle about:

'Tear-Water Tea

Owl took the kettle out of the cupboard.
'Tonight I will make tear-water tea,' he said. He put the kettle on his lap.
'Now,' said Owl, 'I will begin.'

Owl sat very still. He began to think of things that were sad.
'Chairs with broken legs,' said Owl.
His eyes began to water.
'Songs that cannot be sung.' said Owl, 'because the words have been forgotten.
Owl began to cry. A large tear rolled down and dropped into the kettle.
'Spoons that have fallen behind the stove and are never seen again,' said Owl.
More tears dropped down into the kettle.

'Books that cannot be read,' said Owl, 'because some of the pages have been torn out.'
'Clocks that have stopped,' said Owl, 'with no-one near to wind them up.'
Owl was crying. Many large tears dropped into the kettle.
'Mornings nobody saw because everybody was sleeping,' sobbed Owl.
'Mashed potatoes left on a plate,' he cried, 'because no-one wanted to eat them. And pencils that are too short to use.'

Owl thought about many other sad things. He cried and cried.
Soon the kettle was all filled up with tears.
'There.' said Owl, 'That does it!'
Owl stopped crying. He put the kettle on the stove to boil for tea.
Owl felt happy as he filled his cup. 'It taste a little bit salty,' he said, 'but tear-water tea is always very good.'

Tear Water Tea is perfect!!!what a lovely scrap of deliciousness.

{scarpers off to buy Owl at Home}

I really thought it was just me that did this kind of shit.

I feel like ET did when his spaceship landed at the end of the fil and they lowered the ramp to let him on
I am not alone after all!!

I can't allow things near the edge of the table/worktop in case they look over the edge and are scared.
I can't put just one item in an empty dishwasher as it will be like prison.

math that was very moving but owls don't have laps.

It could be about a person called Owl which would fit with my view of the world.

Thanks for that though, because I sniffed a bit.

The Owl story is lovely lovely lovely.

Aftereight i never considered that objects might get vertigo as well