We got a row of four theater-type seats for our home movie room. Just when they crossed the point of No Returns, it settled in that they were not as comfortable as I had first thought. The initial excitement—and probably also some sunk cost fallacy—convinced me they were fantastic.
Over time I realized that I was just too tall to sit in them without getting regular back pain. I took to preferring the floor. The daydream of getting more, making a second row, for regular movie screenings with friends also evaporated.
After waiting five years, we finally are getting rid of the chairs. The couch which used to be in the movie room, and has been elsewhere in the meantime, has returned to its former place. I collapsed into it after I finished moving it down the stairs. It was possibly the most instant relaxation I’ve had in several years.