Here is the truest autobiographical comic that I have ever written.
I find myself thinking in these terms all the time.
Grocery stores? One trip per week, maximum. I will eat dubious cupboard combinations (it’s apple-olive-tortilla time!) to avoid a second visit.
(Also, when at the grocery store, doubling back towards an aisle I’ve already passed causes me deep psychic pain.)
Refueling the car? Unacceptable until it’s below 1/4 of a tank.
Clothes purchases? Approximately once per rotation of the Chinese zodiac.
The one place I buck the trend: catching flights. I always arrive early. You’ll occasionally hear the argument that, if you never miss a flight, you’re leaving too much time. I find that profoundly silly. Hanging out at an airport is perfectly pleasant, a chance to read and stroll. Arriving too early is virtually costless; arriving too late is worse by an almost infinite ratio!