Yep, it's not the money. It's just some weird psychological thing. I have a new, pretentious Moleskine notebook, and I'm fussing about it, admiring it, and worried that I'm going to screw up the first thing I write in it. Yet I know full well in a couple of months it's going to be bent, torn, inkstained, coffeestained, and dirty from being thrown around everywhere. And I'll have written many stupid things in it.
I've not even taken off the green wrapper, because I think that would somehow make it less new, less out-of-the-shop. Yet I know that I'd never in a million years sit down in public and write in it with the lime-green wrapper on.
I've never worried about scratching my chrome M4 with the metal bits of the strap. Yet the first thing I did with the F3 was put gaffer tape over them. Is it because it's black paint? Or do I just pick and choose my neuroses? 🙄