I have so many thoughts about Wilson buying furniture.
Like, okay, House decides they need furniture. This is fair, I'm pretty sure all they have at the time is a T.V. stand and a couch, they're living like frat boys. Frat boys with a shit ton of money and a very nice condo, but still. Wilson tells House to do it, so House tells Wilson to do it, so Wilson does it. Why? Because House calls him out.
"Your friends, your job, your furniture, it all defines you."
"Buy some furniture, or admit you're empty inside."
Picking out furniture is something that requires, on a teeny tiny level, knowing who you are, just enough to know what kind of tables you like, and how much seating you think is appropriate for the living room. House is giving it a lot of meaning here, sure, but that's kind of just what he does. Overanalyze. Decide that decorating is equivalent to defining your entire existence.
And so that's what Wilson heads out to do. Buy some tables, and define his entire existence.
He fails miserably, of course.
He has no clue what he's doing. He doesn't even know what some of this shit is. He nearly tries to buy a patio table for his dining room. Half of these chairs completely and utterly BAFFLE him. And so he gives up and hires a decorator.
He chooses, in the logic the show has set up, not to define himself. At least, not like this, not by House's games, not by a couch and some chairs. Everything in there is devoid of meaning.
Except the organ. Except the gift for House.
Because in the end, that's how Wilson decides to define himself. Through his love for House.
