Jake: How often does the train go by?
Elwood: So often that you won’t even notice it.

— The Blues Brothers

It’s amazing what you can get used to, even to the point of being hostile to something that is arguably better.  My favorite car ever was a 1991 two-door Dodge Shadow, with a little four-cylinder engine and a five speed manual.  It had absolutely no get up and go, topped out at 92 miles an hour (clocked by Arizona state trooper one beautiful afternoon in 1994), leaked more fluids than I do, and went through clutch cables at the same rate that I go underwear.  But I loved that car, and always regret trading it in.

The same can go for guns.  My favorite gun is my Mosin Nagant 91/30.  It’s heavy, was invented before the advent of ergonomics, kicks like a mule, and has to be slapped around like it owes me money to cycle.  It’s also so much fun to shoot that I’d probably part with 3/4 of my gun collection before I’d consider parting with it.

Familiarity breeds acceptance.  Acceptance breeds comfort.  Comfort breeds affection.