Don't worry, I am commited to the boy I married. I'm talking about another kind of commitment that I feel is sort of like marriage- picking out a couch. You have to see it everyday. You have to like it for a very long time. It has to make it through thick and thin. It's there for you when you have a long day. It will support you. It will still be there even if there are all manner of spills on it. It needs to like children and possibly pets. It needs to be compatible with your personality and work with you through time and all eternity. (Ok stretching it there.)
Yes, I know I am a little dramatic. But, this has been my recent struggle. When we go browsing through furniture stores, it is usually a window shopping type experience. He will like something and she dislikes it. She will like something, he will despise it. Occasionally, there are things that we both feel mildly positive about. But on one certain occasion, we both liked this beauty...

But now, all these questions start going through my mind like am I ready to buy a couch? Is it the right couch for me? What if I don't like the couch after a year? Is it a quality couch? Will it crumble if things get rough? Is it just a phase? Do I LOVE it or just really like it?
I then start making pro/con lists in my head like we don't really need it right now, but next summer we will. And it is on sale for a REALLY great deal. I don't want to miss out on that. I think the jury is still out on this one. What do you think?