You went on what is probably the most useless errand run ever. You didn’t even need anything. You just wandered around until something caught your eye and filled you with want.
For no reason in particular, really. Now that you have it, you’ve been breaking off pieces and sticking them to yourself. Under your cloak, on the brim of your hat, right under your glove where your wrist is exposed. You run your fingers over that strip. It feels smooth. Your skin is stuck and squished underneath it. You peel it up a tad, noticing how the adhesive seems to have caught the various imprints of your skin and immortalized them. You stick it back down.
Now you play this "game" for a bit. Peel, stick, peel, stick, peel, stick… You like it. It feels good. The strip eventually loses its adhesive and no longer sticks to you. You may not have given it the best purpose, but maybe it feels fulfilled. If strips of tape are capable of feeling much of anything. Regardless, it is now useless to you like this, so you discard it … … ......
…………into the trash bin you stand beside. Because you don’t litter.
You still feel wasteful though.