It’s a lovely Sunday. You and your significant other need some new furniture, maybe a wall shelf for your living room, so you head on down to IKEA for some cheap, poorly made furniture and maybe a bit of the chain’s notoriously delicious Swedish meatballs. The next thing you know, you’re at each others’ throats over whether an EKBY BJÄRNUM or an EKBY STÖDIS will look better on your living room wall, you’re fuming before you even get home to put the damn thing together and those meatballs taste a lot worse than you’d remembered. Why is IKEA so volatile for the relationship set? I mean, isn’t that practically whom the store was made for—yuppie couples with disposable income and a taste for efficient, sleek, stylish (but cheap!) Swedish furniture and fixtures?
- “You’re overwhelmed by choice” which can lead to decision-fatigue and resultant frustration. And if you’ve got someone in your ear adding to this or contradicting your decisions, you’re bound to get even more angry.
- “Frustration breeds more frustration.” Well, duh.
- “The fun doesn’t end when you leave the store.” This, in my opinion, is the absolute worst part of buying anything from IKEA: you’ve managed to decide what to buy, shell out the cash for it, and lug the damn thing home, and then you’re faced with the Sisyphean task of assembling god-knows-whatever you’ve bought. I’m livid just thinking about it. You folks who’ve seen Deadpool know exactly what I’m talking about:
Jeez, I’m apoplectic just thinking about going to IKEA. If you and your special someone are planning a trip some time soon, I’d recommend trying some deep-breathing exercises beforehand.
(h/t Science of Us)