Anthropomorphism?

I swear that even if I won the lottery or inherited a fortune from a lost aunt I would still want the thrill of the second hand find. However, it's not just the monetary frisson but the excitement of the old; the previously used and loved. I strongly believe that objects have feelings (a google search reveals me to have a mental disorder). Whether it's vestiges of the people who have used them or something more mysterious I don't really care.