I remember going to the music store to get a bass and being amazed by all the choices. I played as many as time allowed and really liked a very expensive bass, but couldn't afford it, so I bought a really inexpensive bass that sounded pretty good. Each day I played it, I kept wishing I could afford the really expensive bass. To quiet these thoughts, I kept telling myself how awesome my bass sounded (poor grammar) in comparison to the other, more expensive basses. I even managed to find other bassists who agreed with me (we spent alot of time talking about the awesomeness of our instruments). Then one day, the stars aligned and the bass I really wanted went on sale! Without a second thought, I traded in my less expensive bass, purchased my more expensive bass, then went back to the bass clubhouse to show off. On the way, many fine ladies saw my awesome instrument and immediately became groupies. Went I got to the clubhouse, I could not resist the urge to trash everybodies basses. They felt bad and wanted to kick me out, but I said, "what are you so mad about? You to could save your money and get the bass of your dreams!" They thought about it, then did exactly that!
About 3 weeks later, we ran into this group of guys who had even more awesome instruments than we did. The girls that were with us, stopped hanging out with us. We asked this new group what was so special about their instruments. They replied "they are custom built. You can find them at a place called boutique, if you can afford it". We all walked away feeling pretty bad about ourselves, until we started pumping ourselves up about how awesome our instruments really are, compared to those "boutique" basses. each of us went home, and even though we kept meeting regularly, we each secretly started saving money so we could get a boutique bass and rub it in the faces of those who don't have one.