Sitting down on the toilet the first time (ah, you never forget the first time) and futzing with the buttons I experienced an experience so intense and overpowering it frightened me: I wanted this toilet. No, I needed this toilet. This toilet would fill the eviscerating darkness at the core of my being and make me whole. This toilet would make me happy.
Nathan Rabin, a former head writer for the A.V. Club, has a really terrific essay in The Mental Illness Happy Hour about the time he racked up $36,000 in debt traveling around the country doing research for his book, decided to use a debt consolidation program when he felt the debt reached an "impossible and unmanageable level" and then got sued by American Express after he stopped making payments.