My Freudian-adjacent theory is that bean bags remind us of being in our mother's womb. There's just something about these shapeshifting creatures that evokes this deep-seated feeling of comfort and security. The way the fabric wraps around your body induces a weirdly primordial feeling...

But yeah, the problem with mine was that when I sat on top of it, I felt ridiculous. It was like I were the Lord of the Flies. Like, what are you meant to even do up there? Look at the floor? And then once I had gotten up there and surveyed the view, I had to figure out how to get back down to base camp. It was such an ordeal