Let me tell you about the kind of person I am.

I own something I didn't need. Several things, actually. An embarrassing number of things, if you ask someone optimising their life in a spreadsheet, cross-referencing their purchase against a 47-point framework they built on a Sunday morning they'll never get back.

I didn't consult a framework.
I felt something. I bought the thing.
I felt something again.

That's the whole story.

That's also apparently a personality disorder in 2026.

There's a specific breed of human that makes my blood pressure do things my cardiologist would find academically interesting.

The over-optimiser. The efficiency monk. The person who spent three weeks researching a ₹12,000 fitness tracker, found it on sale for ₹9,000, declared themselves a genius, wore it for 19 days, and then quietly moved on. Their step count unimproved, their dopamine briefly sated, their LinkedIn post about intentional living already scheduled for Thursday.

I don't begrudge them the tracker.
I begrudge them the sermon.