It’s a truth universally acknowledged that IKEA brings out the worst in people.
My own mother hardly puts a toe inside IKEA before she starts yelling incoherently about nothing in particular. She feels overwhelmed. There are too many choices. And she knows, deep in her soul, that she is going to get horribly lost inside a maze of desks and curtains, and there’s nothing she can do to prevent it.
A Reddit thread titled, ‘Employees of IKEA, what are some of the worst family meltdowns you have seen?‘ is going viral, after having attracted more than 11,000 comments.
Here are some of our favourite responses:
The metaphor of the IKEA bed
“This was my IKEA family meltdown. My then boyfriend and I were getting our own place just after college. Until then, we had both been using twin beds thanks to student living spaces and sharing a single twin was proving uncomfortable for two adult humans subjected to California summer temperatures. To fix this issue, off to IKEA we went.
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Things start off okay. We start with lunch, admire the living room couches, move into kitchen wares. All so far enjoyable fantasy. And then we reach our destination, bedrooms. A sea of beds in a variety of price points greet us with brightly coloured duvets. An experienced furniture purchaser I start scanning the price tags to narrow the options. I bring him to an attractive affordable model I think matches some of our bookcases. And this is where the trouble starts.
See up until now, I didn’t realize exactly how bad this man’s fear of decision making was. He stares at the bed incomprehensibly for literal minutes, refusing to talk about it. Eventually it is discovered that buying a bed means committing to delaying graduate school, never moving to the east coast, and having children with me. I don’t understand that logic and request explanation which is slowly and tearfully given.
We spent three hours in that IKEA and left with nothing. About a month later we went back and again after several hours bought that exact bed. He never went to grad school or moved to the east coast. We also did not have children and broke up a few years later. He took the bed.”