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?

I love these threads that make your own personal weird into wonderful.

When I'm emptying things out of tins and packets I too can't bear to leave any behind. I think about the journey it's made to be in my kitchen (especially if it's flown a long way !!). It seems so unfair that it doesn't even get to be eaten.

I also used to feel a bit sad for my dd's dolls that she hadn't dressed. I didn't like to think they were being forced into public nudity. Toy Story has a lot to answer for !

[Sad] If I promise not to cry can I live a while longer?

I do this too! It's because

you're all bonkers, sweet and probably harmless, but definitely bonkers!

This has reminded me of when I was little and totally believed all my toys had feelings. And similar to Toy Story, there was an Evil Child next door who was younger than me that used to tease me mercilessly about it. One time she tortured my dolls and bears to tease me and I made out I didn't care. As soon as she left I wept buckets, drew them all to my bosom and begged their forgiveness.

It is ok you resurrected it, it was getting lonely

And, I must say it is one of the most amusing zombie threads I have read in quite some time.

Ha I'm so glad it's not just me . I cried recently because I threw out our old bath mat and got a new one . Dh spent the rest of the evening winding me up telling me the old one was out in the cold wondering what he did wrong.

I realised last night looking at these pictures of baby chameleons that I have a similar issues with anything (usually alive, but small toys count too) really really small.

How can they possibly stay safe? Who is looking after them? Can they be trusted? What if they forget and squish them?!

Whenever I have pets or children in my dreams they are always very small and the dream is taken up with keeping them safe and making sure they don't get lost.

Mad as a box of frogs...

I experience many of these things too, especially dented tin cans on the shelf and the need to look out for stuffed toys.

One of the worst for me is food shaped as animals - I cannot bear to eat it whatever it is. Easter is a particularly bad time for this!

This thread is a good thread.

I feel I am amongst friends strokes sad looking sock gently eats all three malteasers in case they are a little family and can't bear to be split up

My son asked me to buy him a gingerbread man in the bakers last week, he picked the scrumpled and battered looking one because "nobody else will buy him mum, and he'll get thrown away at the end of the day and will not be eaten". Person serving was confused when I specifically asked for the mankiest looking biscuit.

We had to check again today to make sure there were no more in need of "rescuing".

Son is 10.

Endo, aww that's so sweet.

I think he's realised a cunning way to get me to buy him biscuits, to be honest.

I've told this story before but when I was about 4 years old I was playing outside with my doll and her scruffy pushchair. I wanted to go play with my friend so went to put my baby in her pushchair , but my dad said " Don't put her there....its too scruffy " I felt a bit upset and said I didn't have anywhere else to put her. He said " yes you do!" .I really didn't and started to get a bit tearful, then he said " What's that then?," and pointed to a beautiful lace covered cot. He'd sent my older sisters into town for it because he couldn't bear seeing my doll in a dirty scruffy pushchair! He was a big 14 stone prison officer!

This is a lovely thread. I am very at home here!

You guys are fucking weirdos

and really really sweet

This has to go into classics!

This is hilarious! I sometimes sleep with dd's dolls in my bed because I feel sorry for them lay on the floor

At work we have 6 machines which are used to do a specific role. They all do the same job, but are made by different companies so are slightly different. We all have our favourites and one afternoon gave them all names. That was 3 years ago and they are referred to by their "names" everyday. I reguarly talk to mine and tell him how he's done me proud that day

A friend gave his daughter £20 to buy a hamster and a cage from the pet shop.

She came back with a three-legged hamster because she felt sorry for him.

He was appalled that she didn't get a discount.

My friend and I were convinced the pet shop owner bit a foot off the ugly ones to lure the soft-hearted.

They called him Stumpy.

Right now I am looking at a vase of a Tulips. They are all standing upright and proud except for one that has doubled over and is facing down towards the table. DH tried to pluck him out as he was 'spoiling the display' and I had to quickly hiss "don't you dare!" to him. And then whisper soft reassurances to the droopy tulip that he wouldn't be binned and he, in fact, had the best coloured petals.

I also once famously within our house burst into tears over a tea light that had no wick. He was a mutant tea light in a bag of 50 and would never know what it would be to be a proud burning candle.

It absolutely is all about things fulfilling their destiny.