Could be the result of the wisdom that comes with age and experience?
There often comes a time when things that seemed so important in the full flush of enthusiasm someday settling down, and you get this feeling of "what was I thinking?" In any case, welcome to maturity.
The only Rough Rider I own is a 2 blade slip joint gifted to me by my good friend Gary. I was very impressed by the fit and finish. I don't know how Gary got it, but he doesn't carry any knife except what he uses on a job, unusual for his occupation as an all around fixit guy who is an expert at any home, grounds, plumbing, painting, auto mechanics and you name it. He loves restoring classic cars, and I don't know a single thing he does that is not professional quality.
FWIW, a brief note on Gary, an interesting guy. He had been a career marine, a Gunny who served 2 deployments in Vietnam, almost all in combat zones, but where he never came in contact with the enemy, only to get bunged up and almost killed in a truck accident on Okinawa, effectively ending his military career. He had grown up in a family of plumbers, where he had learned his tradesman skills, and is one of most cheerful and generous people I know. He tells great stories, too. I don't carry his slip joint either, but put it away as a cherished keepsake.