I have a strange compulsion. Strange in the fact that it isn’t there all of the time, and strange in the fact that it can be ignored as well. I experience this strange compulsion of mine mostly when shopping in Sainsbury’s (other supermarkets are available) but it does creep in to other areas of my life as well.
I need to do everything in twos. Well, I need to when my compulsion strikes, if I don’t ignore it.
If I need to buy something, and there’s only one item left on the shelf, I won’t buy it. I always wonder why there’s only one left – why hasn’t the product sold out. Even if I only need to buy one of the items and I’m not in the midst of a compulsion, it stays on the shelf.
I love it when items are on the buy one get one free offer – I usually buy two. Four. Two plus the two free ones. I’m not too keen on the three for the price of two offers as I feel I’m being short-changed. And that also goes for the buy three items and get the cheapest free. Odd or what?
If I need a tissue, I’ll always take two. The one that I need, and a second just in case.
The same applies to kitchen roll… I always take two squares there.
I love seeing buses in twos, especially when they’re on the same route. In the past, when I used to use public transport, I always wanted to get on the second bus when this happened but never did.
Magpies – I need to see magpies in twos. When I see one, I always instantly look for another, and don’t rest until I see one. They may obviously not be together, but as long as I see two I’m fine.
I love seeing tandem bicycles, but always wonder how they work. Does one rider do most of the work and the other just goes along for the ride? What if one cycled quicker than the other – would the bike bend? No, I know that it wouldn’t, but I always imagine the front rider being high in the air if the back rider is the stronger peddler. I always chuckle when I see a tandem bike for this reason.
And cats. I love cats when they visit in twos. Yesterday Spudley and Shadow visited. I imagine these two as friends, but they are always hissing and growling and glaring at each other, but inches apart. I feel bad when I tickle Spudley as Shadow watches on, so I then have to tickle Shadow – and feel bad as Spudley watches on. They won’t allow me to tickle them both at the same time… which I am compelled to do.
There. I’ve written about my strange compulsion, and hopefully I can now move on. Or write a follow up post…