Wearing the most expensive, most insanely-made shit isn't just an option for you, it's a way of life. Similarly, you only sip the best beer in the world, Pliny the Younger. The average person has no clue why you blow racks on beer and shoes, but they'll never be in tune with how obscure your stunting levels are. You prefer to drink your beer in a teepee that is made from the hide of an elk that you hunted yourself, and revel in the miniscule quantities that your gear and beer is produced in.
You've convinced yourself that John Mayer's music doesn't suck, and wash down your broke-ass Cup Noodles diet with an incredibly expensive brewski, adn later rock yourself to sleep in an $800 button-up shirt as you contemplate how you're going to make rent.