perfect description of my life in someone else's blog post.

Room Lust: The [x] factor.

One day, it occurs to you: "My life would be vastly improved if only I had a new [x]."

You do a little research. You learn the vocabulary of [x] -- who knew bulb wattage was so controversial? You start noticing [x]s everywhere. You begin judging character based on the [x]s your friends have in their homes. At a party, you're unable to maintain eye contact with the host because you're too busy staring at their [x]. "I'm in the market for a new one," you explain, fingering the shade. "Now, is this parchment?"

Pretty soon you're gagging on [x], so obsessed and overcome with choices and information that it seems highly unlikely--about as likely as you ever cleaning your microwave--that you'll actually select an [x], feel satisfied, and move on.

The lesson, of course, is that we can't rely on material objects to make us happy, and, despite how we delude ourselves, infinite choices (and deliberation) don't help ease a decision.