Post Equinoctial Retro-Consumptive Behavioural Disorder

I've recently come to realise that the only reason I buy stuff is for me to be able to tell how long it has been since I last wore the jacket I was wearing when I bought said stuff. This phenomenon is brought to us by virtue of dated till receipts that hibernate all summer in the pockets of my winter jackets and which I always seem to find whenever I adorn warmer winter clothing around this time of year. I should say that this isn't exclusively reserved to winter wear, as by habit I don't usually wear jackets anyway - I'm Scottish and of a blueish-white skinned, cold and wet weather resistant persuasion.

Wait a minute!! now that I think of it, perhaps there's a link between me not wearing jackets very often and the rush of adrenalin I get whenever I discover and old till receipt in a jacket pocket. Perhaps I crave that 'what did we have for dinner the last time I wore this baby?' rush so badly that I am subconciously directed to not to wear jackets very often, thus maximising the thrill upon wearing one after a while.

Shit. I'd never thought of it like that.

How fragile we are.